Wayne Michael DeHart (June, 1997)
He endures the emptiness of love lost, of dreams forsaken.
His canvas mourns in brooding browns and ashen grays.
Most say his drive and direction were lost
when she exploded out of his life,
shattering his heart, draining his soul.
Once most likely to succeed, they said.
Ambitious and certain with vision and goals.
But youthful daring and reckless confidence
were too soon manifested in acts of courage in conflict
that brought a hail of hot metal rain to nerve and bone.
Dazed and defeated from the dual punches to his gut,
( the loud rolling thunder of her retreat and
the lightning-quick loss of mobility and dignity ),
his memory of her white-hot kisses had faded to black.
But the mortar’s flame and flash and fury had not.
Now, this day, he vows to cast off the shroud that darkens his world,
shelters his apathy and shields his despair – and incite the embers
of the flickering, lonely flame she left embedded deep within.
He will awaken his canvas with glorious greens and glistening golds,
then lay down his brush and wheel himself
into the night
into her sight
into her light
into her life
Together, they will
the fire in Jimmy Louis.
his canvas evolved from this …
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