Sitting by a Frozen River

River

I am remembering that time

when the party was a painting.

And I was new paint.

       Red-vibrant-alive

squeezed from a fresh tube

applied in bold wild strokes

streaming across the virgin canvas

mixing and blending

with the calming blues

and the restless yellows

 

Today when we gathered

I was an extra

in a movie scene.

You know the one

       mouth moving but no sound.

Only that wasn’t me.

I was the lonely man

behind that one

in the distance

sitting on a bench

by a frozen river

staring at a dull silver cup

holding the artist’s dusty brush.

~ Ron Wolfgang

Ron Wolfgang is an Arizona poet, contractor, and classical musician, and I am pleased to share this poem with his permission. Ron holds the copyright to his work and if you would like to contact him, he can be reached at ronwolfgang@gmail.com. 

 

Author: Virginia Wagner Galfo

These are scary times. Prepare yourself to take a stand for what is right. God damn it, just be kind!

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