Tuesday, 23 September 2014

art .

You're trapped somewhere between my longing and forgetting
A half-memory, half-god
An exhausting mix of emotions
That never tire of being felt.

I am a dwarf to the lie of you
An abandoned painting in an abandoned home in a dirt-road town
While you are Michelangelo's David.
Unforgotten through the eras.
But you don't exist in real time -
In solid proof between my fingers.
Just in half sketched drawings
And conversations recalled in so many different ways they might not have happened at all.

I think, more than having you,
I need to shrink you down into a manageable size.
Because no one ever has to think about
An abandoned painting in an abandoned home in a town 600 miles away.



  1. Yes... no one should be thinking of an abandoned house 600 miles away...

    He's trapped in my memories... unfortunately they are in written words, not just my memories ... memories would easier to forget... the written word isn't

    You always touch me when you write... I feel so deeply...

  2. This shouldn't make me think of a particular preson, but it does.

  3. I don't know how you write so much and manage to avoid any of it seeming trite or insincere. I just love it.

  4. You capture love and loss so so well. Always.

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