Did Time Stop

Or did his mind

Just wander off, listening

To voices buried deep in

Temporal shadows

He tries turning his vision

Inward, suspending his

His painter's block hold
And waits for an answer
Beat:
Concepts stagger, topple
Abstracts collide, splinter 
Smoldering into obscurity
Unable to cope, imagine

Or comprehend, disgusted
He walks away, slamming
Shut his artist studio door
Leaving behind his
Soul's convictions 

A cadmium blue jar

Moans, while his canvas 
Turns outward, begging

To be heard.

Edwin James

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