Apology is the word for you. Moments gone to time and dust. Tongue still dry it whispers dark. Howling low it knows the tune.
Wind
Tag: poetry
Cycle
Cycle
Night repeating as burned out day. Floating above dream’s breath. A loop then ride before the flames.
Whisper
Rushing winds on stagnant water. Life’s elements decay in dark. Reaching out, your friends now gone forever. The shutter dulls a ceaseless pain. There was a time I may have whispered into you.
Ode to Time
There is a spark I feel and it is a precious thing. As the building crumbles the fire flares inside. I am a painter, an art form dead generations before. I don’t care the flame shall be nurtured, it calls my name.
Dying, a poem of sorts
It’s a strange kind of prophecy, crying in the parking lot. Not sure you were a genius knowing it all ends in pain. You held my wreck-less station. I’m still standing in the shadows, waiting in the rain.
What I Know
What I know
I don’t have anymore answers. I ran out of questions long before. A simple hesitation turns to a silent moment. Another breath of air exhaled slow.
Heroes
Heroes
We noticed your shuffle. My hero years shorter. I am your failed echo. My own dragging an imitation.
In Time
Drawing deep the air is cold water. The wind numbing it shutters my fear. A little peace while the sun is shining.
Glowing
I few small paintings from a busy week. As much as I enjoy working on large paintings it is fun to mix it up!
Somewhere across the Sea
I am pretty excited about the atmosphere in this painting. It was almost finished last week but I came in with a little more shadow and contrast. It was just the thing.
