A Thousand Words

April 5, 2012

So you say
A picture is worth
a thousand words.
I think of the picture of us
and how it's taken ten thousand words
for me to make sense of it.
the Poet has it a thousand times harder,
 you know.
an artist takes a blank page
and turns it into
swirling madness
that somehow makes sense to you.
People may look at it someday and wonder what you meant.
at least they'll care.
the poor, stifled artist,
 like me.
She takes what she sees,
and it makes no sense at all
in visual form.
colors
taking up my vision,
 and the blue grey swirl
surrounding your memory...
clouding
raining
and making a storm
of a calmy sea.
It builds, that storm,
inside of her
Until through a downpour
of salty thought
it torrents out of the soul
onto paper.
one word,
then ten.
a page
and on.
until the emotion is clearly painted
as if with oil or watercolor.
my canvas being thinner,
the longer lasting effect of labor.