She’s beautiful in a lonely blue
Walking rivers of reflected boats
Thoughts are rippling back to you
In amongst the falling notes.
Catching the scattered emotions,
Folding and smoothing the lines,
Like an artist cradles the ocean
Or a poet treasures her rhymes.
Interrogation trapped in her mind
Sailing through heart beats of charm
What if the truth that she finds is she’s been
Dreaming through every alarm?
Objectively fighting the truth that’s unknown
Shadowy memories sing
But the melody is confusion
Which causes the silence to sting.
She’s a beautiful lonely blue
But shines a colourful cream
Walking in sadness by thoughts of you
Walking alone in a dream.
Comments
Mangone | January 18, 2010 - 17:36
I really liked this especially
“She’s beautiful in a lonely blue
Walking rivers of reflected boats”
but I did wonder -
how does an artist cradle the ocean?
maybe they cradle dreams, or ideas?
careyssej | January 18, 2010 - 19:42
I really like the line "Like an artist cradles the ocean". it makes me think of an artist trying to work with the powerful force of creativity, that follows the general rhythm (i.e. tide in, tide out)but is essentially more powerful than the individual.
Kachina | January 18, 2010 - 23:49
Thank you. You've made me think even more about my writing and see it slightly differently. Means a lot.