thrown through pink
and orange
to gold
a cascade
a fold
of physics
and water
and time and
the light says LOOK
and I’m trying but
you’re gone
I look
but, you’re gone
and I wish I were a musician
a magician
a song
whole and quartered
eighthed
and bound
to signatures of time
back-up dancers in a line
I wish I were
empty plastic cartons
and tubes and trays of paint
canvas, knives, crayons
a swoosh, a dab, a feint
buttons, glitter, glue
string and paste
and pawns
from an old and broken chess set
I wish I were a row of
jam jars full of water and
brushes waiting to get clean
I wish I were blended swirls of colour
bright and dark and seen
but I’m not
I’m just a tiny jagged rock
scratched against a wall
a fingernail cracked raw
a rotted tree in fall
I’m hopscotch drawn in dirt
a cigarette that’s burnt
I’m the fragile of a robin’s egg
and the brittle rot of steel
I’m a heart come to heel
on the ground by your feet
lead that won’t sharpen
I’m mud
and hail
and sleet
and you’re still gone
and that’s the way it is
– wishes wasted –
every flavour tasted
just one clean sock
and a greyscale dream
of a crisp, steep dawn
Love
Thank you, Lynn <3
Have to admit, I don’t read poetry for fun, but I enjoyed this. And knowing a little bit about you, I can imagine a time or two when this would have come from a deep place.
I liked your references to music and art, both pieces of your creativity.
Thank you for putting this out there. I think many people will be able to relate to what you were feeling when you wrote this.
Thank you for taking the time to share this, Wendy… Yeah… This piece came from a lot of different places and, yes, you have been generous with your ears and heart and listened to some of those stories. I am grateful <3
It's interesting, because I don't tend to read poetry for fun either... I have been knocked on my ass by poems and lyrics over the years - make no mistake - but I don't tend to say to myself "I wanna read poetry right now." Nor do I usually think "I'm going to sit down and write a poem." Poetry just sort of happens to me... And It usually wrings me out... There is definitely catharsis in setting pieces free like this and I am glad you found some connection to it. XO
I am so happy to see this piece here, my beautiful friend. ❤️
Thank you. I know poetry is not usually your thing either, lol <3
Sad but enlightened. I enjoyed the glimpse of you
Hello Audrey!! I am so grateful that you took the time to read and share. Honestly “Sad but Enlightened” could be on my tombstone perhaps? Or the name of a late-life memoir 🙂 It made my heart happy to see your name here. I hope you and yours are keeping well xoxox