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Watercolour time

Watercolour time

Wet brush blurs, lets colours bleed into the next
Time is a wet brush, bleeding memories, blurring grief
Until the pain of loss is subdued
Not single primary colour
But smoothed, mixed, melted
Not quite there, but never lost
Still in the picture but not the focus
Only the truly obsessed, vengeful, bereft
Or those whose culture encourages vendetta
Can support impasto grief over the years
Most of us accept the damp brush of time
As a comfort
Of sorts

Copyright © 2017  Kim Whysall-Hammond

“Time works like a damp brush on water color. The sharp edges blur, the ache goes out of it, the colors melt together”  –John Steinbeck, East of Eden.