I've got it hard for you - a heart for you
A singsongy version of your hidden truth
A multi-coloured paint on an artist's wooden easel
Screaming life into the canvas - with royal upheaval
Mixing the multi-coloured paint with all your salty tears
Wallowing and waiting in the dampest part of all your fears
Oranges, yellows, blues, greens - murder it with your color
Make a masterpiece - nothing like another
Pour your anger, rage, insignificance, and shame on blast
Make a masterpiece worth no amount of cash
Curse it, cuss it, tell it "bless your heart"
Tear it up with streams of colour - rip it all apart
Add numbers significant and sentimental to you
Pinks, purples, reds, aquamarine, and light blue
Stand and cry as you watch the colours in your canvas drip drop
Down the canvas of emotion - bottom to the top
Side to side they blend as you begin to calm
A glorious, original, empathetic artist - be strong
You've got this beautiful soul - we can do it together
Birds of a feather flock similar emotions together forever
Categories:
dampest, art,
Form: Rhyme
The old lady with white hair slowly tottles out onto the porch in the cold damp air.
She pulls the rocker back away from the dampest part of the porch and sits
listening to the sounds of nature.
constant straight down rain
pouring out of solid gray clouds...
bird in oak warbles
As the continuous rain trickles from the roof and the gentle breeze stirs the wind
chimes to play tunes, a bird warbles chere', chere' to a lady friend who answers
cheer. The rain is cold and uninviting to humans but birds must ignore such a small
inconvenience to love affairs and courtship. Their chirps to each other get closer.
One has moved into the Holly Bush about ten feet closer to the one bird in the
Pear Tree.
a gentle breeze blows
touches silent chimes still pipes...
a love affair born
The gentle breeze blows cold mist from the rain upon the old lady in the rocker out
on the porch. She shivers and writes a few more words in her notebook before
retreating into the warm, dry and comfortable home. She thanks God for a few
minutes to enjoy the creation and the creator.
Categories:
dampest, faith, life, love,
Form: Haibun
Darkness is my time,
I dance the starry sky,
I look to inspire,
the what ifs and the whys.
Before the sun will rise,
and the light gets in your eyes,
I will be the shades of grey,
the truth behind the lie.
The coolest of the cool,
the dampest of the damp,
the everything in your dreams,
is everything i am.
I am the pale,
I am the glow,
time and time again I am,
half the world you know.
Categories:
dampest, life
Form: Rhyme