A Moment

The canister fell,
its contents spilling.
Diluted paint-water covered the floor,
filling the grooves of the tile.
On their table, brushes lay
wet and askew,
and the artist stares blankly;
but only for a moment.
They pick up the canister
and carry it to the sink.
Pouring the excess water,
the artist watches it — swirl,
non-hesitantly, fleetingly
down the drain.
As if it is escaping.
The artist attempting
to find the beauty in
small things.

Todays poetry contest submission was written by James C. Rives.


Do you think it could possibly be one of the best new poems of 2013?