These are what I call trinket paintings. 8 inch by 8 inch. Just enough canvas to get the word out.
RUST
I spoke with you today
the predicament at hand will not extinguish the hurt
the composure of the setting is fresh
like a blade of wet grass in the garden
sentence after sentence the relationship builds into a conversation
likes and dislikes are created as a form of dignity and remembrance.
I want our memory to last longer than a wooden box of handwritten letters.
Give me that one chance to reveal my true inner most feeling for you.
As we walk hand in hand through our lifetime we hold on to what is true
Don't let your LOVE rust away, as together we extinguish the pain that we call hurt.
I spoke with you today
the predicament at hand will not extinguish the hurt
the composure of the setting is fresh
like a blade of wet grass in the garden
sentence after sentence the relationship builds into a conversation
likes and dislikes are created as a form of dignity and remembrance.
I want our memory to last longer than a wooden box of handwritten letters.
Give me that one chance to reveal my true inner most feeling for you.
As we walk hand in hand through our lifetime we hold on to what is true
Don't let your LOVE rust away, as together we extinguish the pain that we call hurt.
J.R. 3/25
