A Thousand Lines

Take a thousand lines
we've danced and rhymed
looked backwards
raced forwards
cleansed our souls
with descriptive words
and what is left...
a blank colourless page
the paints are cracked
they are dry
brushes stiffened
defiant, stuck in the air
on the windowsill
in an old jam jar

Take a thousand lines
this is me, this is you
blue skies, tall trees
sad times, happy bliss
and what is left...
a book full of life
a river running
flowing imagery
to be forgotten
misplaced, discarded
a hundred old
summer leaves
left wet and soggy
from autumn rain

Take a thousand lines
and let's move on...