Day 49: Personal Poem Art
I ran across these poems/prose pieces on my computer that I wrote a while back... and created something with them.
What an indubitable, charming mess you've left here. The possibilities are excruciating beyond belief.
Crushing faded blows, down my soul, down and down
keep dreaming and flood inside my head these
eyes, these hearts, these voices finding me
Incarnadine the color of my heart, tangerine the
color of my soul and bluegrass green
the color of my whole being
I'm drowning in my colors and
they wash, they wash over me
I wonder if you will be ok with what I have to say,
but then again I have to say it,
so it appears there is no choice
I'm finding some enchantment
in this mess I make called life
grace is all that gets me by
