Life Is Not A Single Canvas Poem by Steven S. Walsky

Life is not a single canvas
across which the palette
of existence plays out;
the days, years, the joys, the tears.
Life is but a wall
like the art gallery hall
upon which are hung
the transient images of our breath

Each panel a journey
a story unto itself
blessed by its very completion;
related, segmented, belated, translated.
Stories awaiting readers
like a song yet song
notes rising and falling between birth and death

Life is not a single canvas
but the wall upon which our memories are hung

(Copyright Steven S. Walsky 2008)