Michael Schene: Wheat Fields Abandoned

Spring '13 TOC

 

I could see it in his eyes
that he was prepared to die.

He fumbled, disassembled, rambled
all for naught.
He did intend to die.

He begged, cried, shouting
that he wanted one more try
to capture nature on his canvas
then he would die.

I wanted to ease his unease
so I agreed to take him
one more time into the
fields of wheat, where
you saw the circling crows
urging you,     the Step into  Death.

You painted with a singular intensity
thick strokes, showing us a
Forlorn landscape.

You shot yourself soon thereafter,
a thief who ripped your talent from us
Forever,

Yet it gave you peace.

 

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Not Enough Night
Not Enough Night
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