MY LIFE IN ART
I fell into a painting,
And then began to climb,
Soft snowy secrets,
Deliciously entwined.
I fell into a painting,
And then felt quite content:
Blue blood blossoms,
Pulsing flourishing ascent.
I fell into a painting,
What’s the matter with me?
Burn within, freeze without,
Please just let me be!
I fell into a painting,
And I wonder why I’m here,
Dark clouds, some distant war,
Overcome with fear.
I fell into a painting,
And I began to scream,
Murky darkness deafening,
Bleak shadow’s swirling stream.
I fell into a painting,
And then began to soar,
Gilt gossamer eagle-wings,
To a tranquil distant shore.
I fell into a painting,
As I fell into my bed,
Layers of life liquify,
Stirring whispers in my head.
Will I stop falling,
Past my former self,
Clutching as I tumble,
Wisdom’s willowy wealth?
Do I even want to?
For each new day laid bare,
Holds a promise of one more,
Potentially answered prayer.
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CONTAGION
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The white of the beach,
Strikes fear in my heart,
Suffocating, smothering.
My footsteps creak,
On unnatural turf,
What happened?
Here, in a beautiful cove,
Nature's haven,
Arms wide open,
Embracing and clinging,
Decades of rejection.
I spring like a soul possessed,
Digging, digging,
Where is the ground?
And the white, the terrible white,
Mocks me -
You will never reach the end,
Those days are over, my friend.
White is free
To explode,
And I know
It
Will
Kill.
Yet, hapless humans
Continue
And white wins.
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