i was a rough rock thrown into a river, and i waited forever to feel the air again. you picked me out, held me in sunlight, and felt the smooth shape in your fingers, washed and worn by water and elements beyond my control.
prism
sometimes the soul does not know
when it shatters. strewn about
like glass, existing but not whole.
light still shimmers through each
piece, and the beams are broken,
split into streams of infinite color.
So I’ve been painting…
It has been a while since I’ve posted anything new here. I’ve been spending more time on Instagram since I started painting last spring. If you are interested in my painting, please give me a follow: @awaitingtheimages
Summer – Poem and Painting
When I decided to try painting a few months ago, it was with a vision to somehow create companion images for some of my poems. I’ve posted this poem before, but this time I’ve also included my companion abstract painting. This is my first attempt at painting a poem. 18×24 acrylic on canvas.
Summer
The sea shells scraped the bucket
as we walked slowly from the shore.
The shock of the burning sand
quickened our pace, and we skipped
on tiptoes to escape the pain in our feet.
At some point we turned and ran
back into the ocean where it seems
we have waited hours for the sun
to spill its fire into the surging sea.
after
i once walked
through graves,
tracing names
on tombstones
faded from sight.
i imagined
bones in boxes,
separated from
their souls, left
to wait for some
kind of return –
to ash? to dust?
or is there only
the shedding
of skin so spirits
can finally soar
somewhere
among the stars?
interior
i wander
the road inside
my mind
near fields
once brazen
with life.
daylight fades
and grey
mist hovers
in the sky,
whispers secrets
softly
to the swelling
shadows.
Memories
“Memories” is one of my first attempts at a larger abstract acrylic painting on a 16 x 20 inch canvas. I’ve been painting for a few months now and have really enjoyed having an additional creative outlet aside from poetry and music.
progression
somewhere the light fades
faster than one would like,
not knowing if another day
will break. years are etched
upon the skin with lines
carved deep. but the heart,
fierce with age, finds a way
to shine on well into the night.
Awaiting the Images 