sky

painted-prose21

i like to

sit on a pink blanket

in the middle of a grey sidewalk

collect stones

put them in my pocket

say hello in a high falsetto voice

and flap my arms

like a baby bird too scared to fly to touch the

sky

pluck petals

watch them fall

translucent

pieces of tattered cloth

play my penny whistle

feel the

sunlight

shatter

like broken glass from a

perfectly blue plate of

sky

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2 Comments

  1. Laure said,

    February 6, 2009 at 10:36 pm

    emily,

    you bear witness to the sacred in our every day beautifully.

  2. sachajoy2 said,

    February 9, 2009 at 2:58 am

    Em,
    I love how this painting turned out, immersed with poetry. I will be your biggest supporter someday, not just in word my friend.
    Keep creating and shaping.
    Love,
    Sacha


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