Am I between?
Reams of white waiting to be touched by colour.
The ink of souls, a screen with the word ‘Title’
Asks to frame a life in a question and answer.
The stroke of a brush, seeking to speak
What cannot be said with the few words humanity grasps at.
The twang and twinge of a string strung across wood
Nailed ungracefully, chimes take symphonic stock
Of days and nights where empty and full are nothing and everything
We are between.
We want to know who and why we are, and all we are is breath
Between life and death.
Creep tide take my hand
Till time abides this never
Fallen down in farthest realm,
Somewhere’s darkest shore –
Cling under dusk grey sun;
Lay in forget-me-not blue;
Stand up, right, on morns star;
Walk forward into far –
Come undone, become, now come
Take nothing that’s not yours.
Hold everything, green, red or gold
Within your womb of old make peace
For fates hand turns, your life’s time-piece.
So I did this painting for my boss for Christmas –
THE ORIGINAL PHOTO
The reception was overwhelming and has prompted me to pursue my Art strongly and do commissions. Which is pretty neat really.
Hence I have opened an art page on Facebook.
Your presence and support would be so greatly appreciated, as I embark on a different chapter of my creative passions.
I do honestly believe this new step will benefit my writing greatly as it allows me to be truer to myself than I have been able to be in along time.
Thank you so much. ❤
As always – IW –