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?
Month: July 2018
Lines
Much like poetry, I never quite know what the lines are going to mean when I’m painting. The end result is seldom what I start out creating, and I am usually more satisfied when I let my creativity take control. This painting is my first attempt at abstract drip painting.
Untitled. Acrylic on two 10×20 canvases.
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.
Awaiting the Images 