THE ARTIST

It’s never good enough

This picture, the last picture

The next picture

 

An internal struggle between my unspoken self and

The bounteous beauty of life, an inner longing to

Preserve the petal, to immortalise those steady wave patterns

Snaking along Ballyholme’s silent shoreline

 

The touch of her hair on a frosty January morning

All soft and colder and fluid and flowing

 

AND

 

I SO want to preserve our love

That tipsy singing Starling and I

In music, on canvas, in words

 

Ready to enthrall those who are still to come with

Tales of long late nights

Mornings greeted with laughter

 

Evenings filled with revealed deep emotional truths

Alongside many tears

 

We are becoming become closer

Glued together by means of truth

 

To pull life’s luminescent innards out through it’s ever pleading mouth

And chew then spit those divine entrails up onto the heavens, with a brush

 

Seeking to outshine the bright shining stars

To outgrow the viridian, unfurling forests

 

I sit down at the piano

Children still screaming

And focus inwards

 

What gift can I give to her today?

 

 

for Starling 😉

 

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