Whispered In The Wind

Whispered In The Wind
Just a fairy blowing in the wind, singing tales to the west wind

Thursday, May 22, 2014

Blue Hands


My finger are always covered in blue
flaked with blue paint and ocean water
wild wind and brush strokes

I used to think my eyes were gold
yellow specks gently mixed into the hazel green
but they've turned blue

two peering creatures
hungry, curious
starring
always starring

When I watch people
my mouth is often a little open
as if trying to swallow their reflections
breathe in their essence
so I can capture them on paper
cover them with my paintbrushes
know each of their lines

Don't you know?

I'm not shy
I'm not scared
I just have big blue eyes

And I'm sorting through too many shades in my mind
trying to mix the right color
the one that is welcoming and warm and right
just right
But I have no knack for organization

So I wonder if I come off as too bright
or too solemn
I can never find the perfect hue
always muddling up color charts

And I don't know whether I'm impressionistic
or abstract
or just bland
I just hope there are some walls out there
willing to hang this mess

Artist willing to teach me their color charts
Ones who look at my blue stained fingers

and hold up their own color stained palms  


"I want warm summer nights, to lie in a hammock, staring at the stars, telling you stories. "

"I want warm summer nights, to lie in a hammock, staring at the stars, telling you stories. "
"When asked not to make waves, I just smiled and said, don't worry this is just a ripple"