In a moment
of sheer delirium
I speak: "Stay!"
I feel like I am
possessed by something
unfathomable.
My voice gruff from
lack of use.
I spin on my heel,
turn and move the
painting, setting it
on the ground.
I replaced it
with a new
one - the white
like freshly fallen snow.
I hurry to squeeze
out dollops
of colour
on my palette
and I pick up my brush.
"Stay," I repeat.
I am desperate,
my mind is running
images and scenes
that long
to be made
concrete.
I need to put them down
but if you flee
I'm sure
these thoughts
of such beautiful
scenes
will leave
as well.
DU LIEST GERADE
Something Unheard
PoetryYou’ll be the muse for my art and I’m sure that your clumsiness will inspire everything I do. Novel in verse. Unfinished #2 Co-written by s.m. brooks and n.m. w. 2015.
