Where ability does not meet art drowns
Something . Lungs burst to live on land, to have
Grown something good, a hard green grassy ground to
Roll around in. For her to uninhabit
Me, is all I ask. As well as why she’s
Moved back in. She takes the water and the
Food and sleep and love. She never has her
Fill of anything and leaves me none. Through
One pain point she’s tacked to me. Please leave, oh
Heavy shadow. Please go before I let
You go. Don’t trust me to do the right thing
This time. Perhaps, this time I won’t let go
Your stranglehold. To walk when all we want
Is drowned, in that the flowered heart enfolds.
The featured image is a photograph of a work in progress pastel I painted based on a photograph I took of a rose. The end product was terrible and I threw it away. But, when I looked back at the “in progress” pictures, I really liked them. Maybe sometimes things are not meant to be finished.