Artists capture moments.
They capture moments with patience, with perspective.
Artists capture moments in different ways.
A photographer will show you the beautiful butterfly,
resting on a flower.
The painter will show you what is out of frame,
a little girl staring in wonder.
And the poet will tell you how magical it was,
how the park quieted for a moment when the
butterfly flew and landed on her nose-
Then there it is - a photo, of pure joy.
Then all three artists, smiling in awe at this moment.
This small, precious moment.
One many would have missed.
But now is forever immortalized,
by observant souls.
Jun 12, 2019
Jun 12, 2019 at 9:55 PM UTC
I've been trying to draw lately,
and failing miserably.
Trying to capture someone,
with only a pencil.
I keep trying to draw him and
I am not sure why.
I have plenty of pictures.
But this is different,
not simply knowing what he looks like,
but remembering it, repeating it.
It could be useful one day,
to have him like that.
Perhaps we should all try drawing our loved ones.
To never forget the curves of their faces,
the dimples, the freckles.
The imperfections the camera blurs.
So we will forever have them with us,
in our hands.
Simply brought out, remembered,
by a pencil.
Jun 12, 2019
Jun 12, 2019 at 9:45 PM UTC
is one of those colors that is so bright and happy,
yet there's an emptiness to it.
The kind of emptiness, only captured over time.
Time chips it away, as it does most things.
We are left with the hope of the past,
the faded walls or chipped nails of a color
that held so much in it, and lost it all
when we stopped looking.
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 10:12 PM UTC
I fear I am losing him,
to himself.
He is seeing all the things he wants to be.
I wonder when he'll realize,
that version of himself,
might not want me.
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 10:10 PM UTC
the best poems, are
the ones that feel like
a punch to the chest.
they leave you
stunned, for a moment.
blinking.
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 10:09 PM UTC