Monthly Archives: February 2016

“Picasso”

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I incline my body ever so slightly towards the wind.

A high-rise view of the sky glittered with stardust

in recompense to the fallen teardrops.

Night old as time itself swallowed me whole.

 

 

This has been my eternal portrait –

my life-long statue.

Yet even Art would not accept me as her own child.

Her perfectness shields her eyes from my gloom.

Her radiance protects her from my darkness.

 

 

This will not be my eternal portrait –

not my life-long statue.

I incline my body ever so slightly towards the moon,

letting its beams welcome me until not a shadow escapes.

One by one I pluck out all my white teeth hidden behind

paper-thin lips and ardently place them around the moon.

These will be the stars that twinkle in the night.

I scrape off my skin to dry my eyes and wipe away my tears.

Pain from the torn skin brings new tears to my eyes –

it does not stop me from wiping them again, forcing a smile.

And while I gather some of the blood from my wounds I cut

a clump of my hair and tie it with twine. I dip the make-shift

brush into my blood and painted across the horizon.

Like an artist performing masterful brushstrokes

I add color to the night, each stroke mixing the colors into new ones.

I finish with a satisfied grin as I take in the beauty of what I have done.

Night old as time is now Dawn young as morning dew.

 

 

This will be my eternal portrait –

my life-long statue.

Still Art would not accept me as her own child.

Her perfectness now shields her eyes from my scars

Her radiance now protects her from my monstrosity.

 

 

This will not be my eternal portrait –

not my life-long statue…