Evening
Twilight's
hidden palette -
fuchsia, red or orange.
A mysterious painter keeps me
guessing.
Social Work Blues (In NYC)
One more
day trying to
use band aids on deep wounds,
assuaging this society's
neglect.
Dried Palette
Like a
painter fresh out
of ideas, my canvas,
blank, empty, as the tree boughs in
winter.
Return to the front page of this issue:
Amaze Vol.
2, No. 2 Fall & Winter, 2003.
Go to the
Poets & Authors page for the poet's
biographical sketch and email link.
These poems are Copyright © 2003 by Frank Attanasia. |