Opening Up the Down Lines

The lines dulled by time
Sparks of thought still move on
Letting go of ponderings unmet
No little hands to hold
No circled fingers of promise
Am the barren women that's supposed to sing?
Needing this?
Time lost in the caverns of the unanswered and unknown
Communication lost through the shuffle of time
Somehow dead

And space is needed
Opening up the down lines
Washing off the soot of widow's loss
Clearing room on the heart's threshing floor
Making room for freedom of thought, expression, and love
ART is not dead nor Passion
Weathered but not broken
And you see 27 canvases, not merely one
More seen than said as wind blows on sparks of electricity
Opening up the down lines of communication