The fog settles in for what seems like a long stay
It blankets all, empty of comfort
Don’t let it grab hold
It will quietly slip away
Day 12
#aedm2014
#poem
Play amongst the trees
Swing, swing all the way high
Fall days filled with magic
Changes hidden amongst the trees
Spontaneity grabs hold
Lost, lost in the beauty
The body
Turbulent waves thrust unsettling stings
where hopelessness dwells
rush of emotion rises
trickles down to the soul
where sadness thrives
The guide
Winged beauty
Stands tall high above all
Out stretched hands grasping
nothing returned
High on her feet the cold hard surface pressing
One step forward
guided by the future
Still standing tall high above all
Sometimes we are given words and ideas and we just need to get it out of the head and write them down or draw it out. It so happened that the words came to me first. Years later thought the sketch was appropriate for this.
#ced2014
jennifer barrile 