Apologies for an unintentional fraud

 

Apologies for an unintentional fraud,
for I am not a competent painter.
After racking my brain for a good three hours,
trying to find  way to serve your earnest request;
to paint rustling leaves on a windy Sunday evening in May
I was dumbfounded-
failing to do so
and wrote a poem instead,
which still echoes
like rustling leaves in my head-
perhaps not in yours.

 
Finally learned it the hard way that
liminal spaces-
between passing winds and rustling leaves,
shooting stars and closure of eyes,
and what is meant and what is said
cannot be bridged
oughtn't be bridged at times,
for there's some beauty
in our hearts' liminal spaces;
between the known and a greater unknown.