Rain falls without regard
To impact and discomfort
Footprints left in the path
Waiting to be removed
When next tears flood
A constant ringing in my ears
Cries from lives lost
Climbing the crest of my soul
Pins hammered into my bones
To keep them steady
Looking for details
Searching, scratching, screaming
For details
But there are none
Colors
There are only colors
Original oil on canvas “Descending Day” 16″x20″
Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic 
Oh my goodness Mark………I had no idea you were a painter in addition to a poet and photographer. Love the painting and your words!
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