There are days…
Looking out at the horizon
drawn to
sky
Soft pillows
white clouds….
Transporting to
highway
giving way to
shaded
peripheral
trees
brushing past…
The smell of mossy dirt, not quite pine,
some part running
water…
conjured through
Closed
Windows.
An arch enclosing…
blurring
deep e m e r a l d into
Rooted
multi dimensional
browns
a dash… of the crisp inside
Of a
walnut... cream
lights
us
in a womb - traveling to…
a delicate place…
the
winding roads
wondering about
this… intensity
of
f e e l in g s
the N e c e s s i t y
To
share them
As if it will bring me closer to the truth…
As If the release will bring peace…
As if
As if
the magic lies
in painting
words for you.
About the Creator
Michele Nampalli
This space is breath for my sensitivity. The poems come fully formed. I've known for quite some time now that my art is about receiving more than creation...its the most natural way I know to process my inner world. It started when I was 7.
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This description of nature's sights and smells is spot-on. It makes me recall similar drives, where the world outside felt like a vivid, ever-changing painting.