Painting in progress
Come up
For air
I tell myself
Lost in a sea
Waves of thoughts
Toss me about
Pressure settles as
Diaphragm tightens
A cord cinching
Tighter, tighter
Painting reveals
My inner monologue
Brushes dance
across canvas
Sweeping, tapping
Lost in its rhythm
Heron soars while
Dover lingers below
Always in love
With those
White chalk cliffs
Once I stood
In a field of grass
Buffeted by
Ocean air
Remembering
The Princess Bride
Wishing I could
Fly away
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Aspen Marie
In love with life and all of its foibles.
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Comments (5)
This is such a wonderful and peaceful poem. You did a great job using colors and art to show how you feel. I really like the part about the "brushes dancing."
Well-wrought! The painting is coming along excellently! The scene I recall most is the one where Wesley retorts: "Life is pain, highness. Anyone who says differently is selling you something." It's especially important because, in the end, despite all the pain, true love prevails. Or was it "to blave"? R.I.P. Reiners...
A beautiful swirl of thoughts and words
This was so gorgeous Marie. Loved your painting and poem!
Incredible piece of art matched to breathy anxious and evocative words. Well done