2009 Acrylic on 140 lb. Watercolour paper 24×18″
Abandoned With A Rose was featured in Inspired Art 28-9-09
Abandoned With A Rose was featured in Lifeline 29-9-09
Abandoned With A Rose was featured in Art of Pain 2-10-09
This is the 5th painting in the collaboration with Anthea Slade Brilliant and talented artist/writer
The Series A Tribute to Womanhood is the 2nd collaboration with the Australian Beauty
No one here.
You left like a thief in the night
while my body still trembling
from where you had been
A Red Rose on my pillow
is all that was left to remind me
you had been here
I had admired you from a far
Noticing you wicked charisma, your stlye
You had looked at me but not
seen me in the daylight hours.
It had taken midnight drinks
to remove my inhibition
I spoke to you and you looked
into my eyes and this time saw my soul
that resided there
You suggested we leave
Liquid desire so fluid
with sensuality ripe
you took me to your brothers empty
apartment to dance with
You said I was beautiful
You touched my face all
over with your fingers then
your delicious lips…pulling me to
your breath of honey dew.
With succulent longing
you grabbed inside my heart
a time bomb ticking and
pulled me to your body
In bliss, all night we became one.
And finally after hours of
we fell into a dream,
a note of bliss that played out
into a symphony of surreal music.
Echanted by your breath and
your scent that whispered to my body,
I smiled dreaming
drifting off between waking and sleeping.
I fell asleep smiling.
Only to wake to find you gone
My body still aching, alive
from your loving attention
My heart now pounding ripped
to the core of pain
Raw throbbing of emotional pain
that strangled me
and takes my breath
and abliterates my voice
with blood rising to my head pounding.
All the wounds of their leaving
opened up and bled again
I fell to the dirt in my soul
and ate the soil
watched my heart disintegrate into
Melancholy gripped my heart
and the realization knocked at my
mind, telling me what had been love to me
had just been play for you.
I could feel my head splinter,
shards of glass through my brain
I curled up in a fetal position
trying to contain myself and
not crack my skull
How could you leave me
when our hearts connected so fine,
Leaving without a word, a note,
a goodbye…just gone
You have split my thoughts into
a million pieces of pain
So that I no longer know which
part is true, which part is me.
You never needed to race me to rejection.
I would never have rejected you.
I do not believe in rejection because
love just is. It is not like
a garment you can take on and off
at a whim, Love etches on your soul forever.
You ripped yourself away from me,
Leaving only a Red Rose,
a symbol of our perfect love,
that only lasted one night.
Poem by Anthea Slade
Feautured in Inspired Art