I let the memories wash over me – they chill me and I shiver. I want to live, I want to love I want to swim life’s river – but my mind is full of memories – they drag me down like stones – those memories, they hurt, they wound – they won’t leave me alone.
Please, I beg, cleanse this brain of mine, purify its thought so I may seek the world – so that I may see its beauty and its glory all unfurled. And I listen to my pleas, to my cries and shouts for aid. And the memories, their hold on me – they weaken and they fade.
And I live, I do, I live so loud – I raise my voice and sing. I live, I speak, I wait with eager joy for the beauty life can bring.
my shadow and your shadow
meld into one for a moment
and separate as we part
but know we’ll come together again
walking in sun
i take your shadow
you take my shadow
i’ll carry yours awhile
you’ll carry mine awhile
walking in sun
I wrote a version of this on Facebook three years ago today, and it came up in my Facebook Memories. I had been walking with a friend and her daughter, and our shadows kept crossing over as the little girls skipped around us.
The photo is from a trip I took to Newport, Rhode Island with some friends in the summer of 2011.
I tried a new style for my blackout poetry / art-poems. I messed up a fair few times, but I love the result and the style, and I’ll try again with some lessons I’ve learned!
she was going
into that lovely garden
“for it might end, you know”
she alas found
on going into the garden
she could see but
she had tired herself out
The process: I first found my words the way I always do. Then I found an image that paired well with it. Using a lamp placed underneath a glass-surface desk, I lined up the text-page on top of the image, and then painstakingly traced the image (backlit by the lamp) onto the text-page. Up until this step, everything was fine. When I got to applying marker, I didn’t think about how the lines from the image would cut through the boxes of text until it was too late for the boxes up at the top of the page 🙂 When I realized what I had done, I boxed in the rest of the words I wanted to remain uncolored, and then continued with the coloring.