National Poetry Month Day 3

Today's poem was, again, written in that same poetry class from high school.  The assignment for this poem was to write about an incident or scene from your life.  Since I love art, I decided to write about it in a poem about an unfinished painting.

Art

The paint lying in the palette,

slowly begins to dry,

while off to the side,

the brushes rest in the murky water.

Lying on a layer of newspaper,

is the unfinished painting,

drying silently,

in the blackness.

There is an empty chair,

pulled slightly out of place,

where the artist was sitting,

just hours earlier,

trying to complete,

this soon-to-be masterpiece.