Mosaic
Thursday, April 25, 2013
25 - Walk With Me (Writing About an Image)
Far away
the blueness on the horizon tugs
strings pulled tight and we're compelled
pulled
toward that blueness
toward the vast waves of clouds and trees and
do you remember getting lost, you and I?
In the forest
where every sound is an overture
an adventure
gestating
I won't forget
the tangy scent of trees
the rolling of the clouds
overhead
the warmth of that blue
distance
that we bridged together
24 - Depression (Writing About an Image)
The trees took her
Dragged her down and down
into the earth
buried
tied down and torn
shards of a woman
pieces
stitched and laced and sewn
a jigsaw of hip and hand and lips
a monster
the trees dragged her down
into the darkness
where only dripping water can console her
and she can't even remember
her own name
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
23 - The Original Thought (Writing About an Image)
I need to dream of something bigger
a centered peace disrupted
by cars and papers and
loud colors
dying clouds
little, tiny, distracting
things
really
I must think of something, now
before it's too late
Digging deep into the subconscious, ideas
pouring out suddenly like a wound
bleeding out memories
words and stories and
the icy cut of insults
absorbed
knocked aside
He thought and thought and
puddled everything in the middle
originality
a fiery sun trapped in his mind
and he burned
he burned
he burned
Monday, April 22, 2013
22 - Everything (Writing About an Image)
When nothing is left except
the palaces we built as children
when the sky streaks gold
and bleeds into the last area of dark
look for me
behind our favorite pillar
behind the black-edged mountains
with a halo of light
When all the we can hear is
our heartbeats
the song
we wrote as children
find me
take my hand
I'll lead you safely into the dark
21 - Goodbye (Writing About an Image)
There was something sad about the way
the angel begged
his friend to stay
dried wood and fragile straws
dried and dead and
crumbling to dust
but the angel begged
I need you
Nay, said the creature, you have
silken wings
Fly
I need you
The creature crumbled into the earth
20 - Hope (Writing About an Image)
She planted the roses in the desert
cut blooms
no roots
red beauty in the dry, cracked earth
But she was ready for the rains to come
and so was he
watching
waiting for a new bloom
waiting for the earth to bleed
new life
Friday, April 19, 2013
19 - Cosmos (Writing About an Image)
This world is so small
a tree
and we are the fruit
The moon is so close,
we can taste it
or we want to
the grass cool beneath
our feet as we reach
space even colder
burning
our lungs, but intoxicating
we don't want to go
the beauty
is too much to leave behind
spiraling headlong
into darkness
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