watercolouring
the dispersing water and pigment
(like careful invisible flames
singeing the surface)
is blitheness
besieged with uncertainties
the daunting hourglass
the spontaneity
the sodden paper
(like ground
glossed by summer rain)
yet utter joy
one million and thirty-seven hundred raindrops
no, i did not count
it is just me
and my desire
to capture them many
and let them finish what i have started
so,
be here
witness it
be here
such a shame to miss it
music to our ears
opening
the eerie
piercing sounds
the rusted hinges make
it’s music to our ears
it’s music
it’s music
finally
sharp points of light
soften
sparkles
shedding skin
shedding
shedding
finally
bittersweet brims
bittersweet brims
gushing
gushing
sliding bittersweet brims
not the cheap liquor
not the gliding threads of smoke
not the dregs at the bottom
not the tainted portions
not the perfect glissando
not the daily dramas
not the sore-self
nor the swollen heart
just the eerie
piercing sounds
the rusted hinges make
it’s music to our ears
it’s music
it’s music
perpetual music
*for joligs
Uncategorized | Comment (1)back. words. done. sigh.
scarredheart is back. i suppose.
"who are you
scarredheart?
your words
hibernate
underneath
my skin…"
-c.s.
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