Art, poetry



It’s only a leaf. It was only a few moments, in the shade. It was only a short wait. It was only a pen, and paper, and the delicate fernlike leaf of the Daucus carota and inspiration… 

And then it was unfinished. 



In favor of the company of love. 

And now it will always be a reminder. 

Of a leaf, and a walk, and companionship. 

Such joys should never be finished. 


7 thoughts on “Unfinished

  1. If you sketched it while sitting at an expanded table, would that make it a table leaf?

    Perhaps you could name the sketch Erikson?

      1. The sketch is lovely and the mindset behind leaving it unfinished is completely charming. Don’t delete it!!

  2. Not only don’t delete it, but… brain churn thinks it ought to be the cover of a novel entitled ‘Unfinished’ tho I’m not sure about what.

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