Everything Under the Moon

This creative hand has a mind
___to write
But words flutter past like leaves
___on the wind
______just beyond reach.

Some come to rest
___on paper that is waiting,
______ready,
____to form literary paintings
______of the soul.

A hill,
___a tree, stark and bare,
______scarlet leaves
_________at its feet
____________like bleeding tears.

An angry sky,
___not a star in view.
___Rain on a storm filled night.
A break in the clouds,
___a light on the horizon
______and a landscape bleached,
_________turned silver.
A shadow cast.

A canvas completed.



Written sometime in June 2008.
I later turned this (and the small sketch that went with it) into a painting that now hangs on my bathroom wall

This is excellent. The synthesis of imagery and simile is virtually seamless in this piece. I especially enjoyed visualizing "words flutter[ing] past like leaves on the wind". Good stuff!