i would like to be–
a random Tuesday in April
the thorns on growing vines
a defiant and beautiful weed
the moment before a whisper
a poem on the dog-eared page
the cold river current
I would like to be
Tag Archives: graffiti
Gaze
your gaze leaves me frozen
and i wonder what your eyes hide,
a little pain, a little promise, a little pride–
your gaze leaves me broken,
and i wonder what your violet eyes veil–
see you later, see you never, see you ’round sometime over there
Connection
Our languages, our symbols, markings, titles, initials, seals, stamps of approval, of entry, of rejection, of permission and expression exist with the brightest hope and the earnest desire to connect.
Exposed
Passing graffiti in the desert, I wonder, who are the artists?
What person came to this barren, unforgiving land where one can drive for hours without passing a house, a business, another human—and decided to make their mark here in the middle of nothing?
Much later I realized, we are all artists of one kind or another but some of us are brave enough to paint the desert.
Remembering this moment
This Moment inspired by Amanda Blake Soule at soulemama.com
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