In love with life and all of its foibles.
Red coral beads on a long strand Wind around my neck Amaranth spotlights wash away All trace of imperfection Brass gleams as tuba bellows out
By Aspen Marie 7 months ago in Poets
I bit my lip today Rolling soft, pink flesh Into my mouth A solitary drop of blood Pealed across my tongue Tastebuds shocked
Imagine A captivating performance Of courtly flourish And effluent speech My internal cadence resonates In mind’s echoing chamber
By Aspen Marie 8 months ago in Poets
I used to shape clay and plaster pieces Humble offerings to please the senses An obvious output; physical forms Showcasing creativity, skill
Visual imagery resides Within spatial representation Mechanics of perception Draw a map Its dotted lines Stretch and wind
Mustard ochre walls Marked and dirty Hands, paws, life Indelible smudges Of passing time What if I sit down Face six inches away
What does it mean To make a painting Adolescent hands Applied brush to every surface I could scrounge Cheap paint, chalky and chunky
Charles Ray of light Artist who dares To draft paper clouds For ancestral blue herons Elegant Ardea Herodias Dance on air
One small pause In my weekend Its entirety spent Intensely honed in on absorbing important material For my impending exam
What pieces of me Will you rehearse Surely not anything as mundane As eyes, lips and smile These are anchors For simple minds
You gorgeous creature Slinking your way Into my inner sanctum My thoughts are mine Yet here you are So then, let me
I wish to belong to the world Wash me into the masses Not the rushing waterfall of “busy” Plummeting into frenetic chaos
