I cut my hand....actually stabbed it. Watch out for those avocados! As a result I have not painted in a while but that will all change this coming week now that it has healed and I am going to Cape Cod with blank canvases for a week! In the meantime here is a poem that I wrote this morning about my night last night.
She sang a Russian song.
Her fingers danced on strings
Of a guitar already strummed to me
By a lost man we shared unknowingly.
Our conversation died alone
Glasses now empty once were full
Summer’s heat fell at her feet
And we all slept into a dream.
Why don’t you carry on? She gleamed.
But her smile knew the answer.
Our shared secret thawed in the snow.
Oh, was it fate that I would know?
The details float among the sea
Containing anger in their seeds.
We could together wade and sift
Turn accusations into fists.
We know no English songs tonight
As we are sleeping in this breeze.
So mend these wounds as we unite
And find the words within our ease.
