Blooming Stares

This is a piece of my art that I wanted to write something about. This is what came.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Stares from Love's garden send laser-like signals;

slice through the eggshell and pierce the thick yoke.

Facts spoken like hisses of coiled up serpents

awaiting the moment to strike at my soul.

 

Red lights and sirens; the songs of destruction,

waling internally; burning thin nerves.

Absurdity clinches and wrestles me under

deep frigid waters of anxious cold sweat.

 

Stares from Love's garden devour my senses;

cool calm pretenses are down on their knees.

Diseased prayers and dreams grounded and canceled.

I am a caterpillar who’ll never grow wings.

 

Squirming the soil, I tunnel for meaning,

but find only darkness and festering rot.

Splotches of color taunt me and whistle,

their thistles awaiting to crucify me.

 

Stares from Love's garden have hardened my innards;

a petrified sinner with no need for love.

I’m nothing but food for blackbirds and demons,

I’ll find no redemption; I’ll never take flight.

Reviews

[MuSe Ampoule]

A two-fold piece? Amazing. Not only do we get treated to your art...but the words surrounding it give a clear and resonating picture of piece and interpretation. Merciless insecurities creep up from the depths and capture all, tearing spirit in twain...even if this is only the hell for the creative...it's enough hell to burn all of humanity down to the foundation slabs. To say this is great...would be such a pitiful understatement.

[Maurice]

Amazing write. The images paint a dark picture.

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wow the painting is spooky - your poem does it justice..cold chills..stares from loves garden..indeed..

[KAREN]

Great work! Pictures we can picture in our mind.

[Apathy To Empathy]

great symbols
The pain and love and sorrow well up like tears in your eyes.
Great, great write!!

[jenniewren (J.W. Bouwma..]

i love the symbiosis of the two pieces.. they work well apart, of course, but together form this incredible experience.. so lovely, so painfilled:

I am a caterpillar who’ll never grow wings.

ouch.

[Kerry O'Connor]

Interesting to read the intellectual interpretation of the visual artwork: the dark truths and insecurities behind the flowery outlook (yeah the pun was intended)

[Amy Bumpas]

Dark, twisted, a maze in a garden of flowers, which way to turn, which why to go.
Something sinister awakes, yet we keep walking, seduced by its beauty.

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

It looks as though you did a great job with the fractured and broken outlook penned in with dark acceptance and resigned truth.