Friday, August 08, 2008


Here are a few little ditties that have floated up through the dark, sticky morass that is my brain right now...

The wind brushes the shingles of civilization and the water grows louder. And she takes a breath as if a life once foregone flickers back into flame. A first and last breath as old life dies and new life takes hold.

A decisive moment as she brushes the fingers of old love tracing scars left before her time made soft around the edges by wisdom and imagination.

There is great beauty beneath this madness she whispers to the breeze tracing the bars surrounding her soul.

And there is pain as her face blanches with the realization that her knight in shining armor is not only not coming, but never existed.

Ripping herself out of reverie she gazed upon the pale dawn and sees in it no more new futures. Only the burning clarity of another day demanding to be walked through.

I keep seeing these incorporated somehow into pieces of art. But I am so not an artist, so I'm not sure how to make that happen. But it sounds cool doesn't it?


Blogger Helskel said...

a melding of the subconscious and the demands of self preservation...

no, i don't know what i'm talking about.

but, for several moments there, you did.

...took my breath away it did.

3:20 PM  
Blogger mosaica said...

Aww shucks! Thanks H! Just trying to make sense of the babble in my brain... :)

1:09 PM  
Blogger Everything Nice said...

This is very beautiful, thank you for putting it down :)

And I can identify with the brain babble part too.


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