#linkedhaiku
Clear, simple blue skies.
Unnerving negative space.
A girl decorates.
She stitches and glues.
Flying machines of all kinds.
A girl must create.
Colors shade sunlight.
Wind gifts them the breath to dance.
A girl must hold on.
She pulls a heart string,
Knots this to her creations,
A girl unravels.
To the skies, she goes
Free in flight, she whips and spins.
A girl, so rootless.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 12:07 PM UTC
It’s not a bad goal
to be the kind of girl who
Rumi writes about.
So unknowingly
this bright muse interpreted
to touch and inspire.
But me? Never meant
to be the subject of art—
an object of thirst.
See, I’m the poet,
existing somewhere alone—
a penchant for soul.
Watercolor thoughts,
manipulating the lines
between joy and pain.
It’s not a bad goal
to be the kind of girl
who becomes Rumi
either.
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 4:19 PM UTC