Monday, July 11, 2011

Head with Red Wing

Colors ran inside me.
I could not spit them out.

They exhausted me
and when they let me sleep
it was a sleep lit by nightmares,
a key unmoving in a frozen lock.

It would be years before
the key clicked open
on an image of what my life had been.

I should have listened to my colors,
the red beating of their wings.

5 comments:

Brian Miller said...

red is such an evocative color in itself...perhaps i should listen to my colors as well...

ayala said...

" a key unmoving in a frozen lock" ...nice write.

Cheryl and Janet Snell said...

Thanks, Brian & ayala! I appreciate the visit.

Shashi said...

I enjoyed the painting so much.. specially after my heightened senses that have been recently exposed to Klimt, Schiele and Dali among others in my recent tour to Vienna on my business trip to Europe first week of this month...
A beautiful verse that goes hand in hand with a lovely painting.. I enjoyed it a lot...
thanks for sharing such a wonderful duet..

Shashi
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/07/whispers-cuckoos-song-and-smell-of-love.html

Cheryl and Janet Snell said...

Thanks, Shashi. One of our friends suggested we name it Ganda Berunda.