A/N: 12/2/09

Artist's Respite

Here is what is known:
'un deux trois' and the flickering of a bulb
illuminating
a lavishing tinge
from a mixture of colors

The brown plaque;
hangs on the corner of the wall
and littering clumps age beneath silhouettes
in failed attempts at creation

The silvering stale;
once filled with amor and foreign dynamics
lay bristled in rust
eschewed, an obvious lack of human touch

A fortified head;
buried still between the arms
for never has he concussed his own aching

Will this stagnancy ever come to an end?