Metaphor Written For Me
have been writing poetry since I was a child.
written many poems for other people
this is the first one written for me.
was written by a great poet and Kindred Spirit.
can't begin to tell you how touched I am with this.
only did she write the lovely poem, but
she did this beautiful artwork as well.
you Laura, from the bottom of my heart!
picking blood red daisies from long bright blue stems
friend who thought herself dead
they for just me instead?
what does it matter now that I've slipped into a dream
give away far too much anyway
that's what they'll say on my final day
tales and soulful stories
life in all of it's glory
but I have
always worn my art on my sleeve
back waiting to see how it is perceived
has shifted slightly somehow
and the sun
has melted colors into me now
and I'm not
quite sure I can tell what I feel
way might be just to abandon the real
you think, would the rest of you do
found yourself suddenly wearing my shoes?
If what you
once thought real was now in between,
if the sky
became purple, the sun became green?
in this life you can't trust what you see
faith becomes blind it gets hard to believe
believe in yourself with your heart and your mind
looking for answers you never will find
hope is abandoned and you're too numb to feel
you just have to abandon the real.
Cathlyn Leming - The Midnight Writer, a friend and a true kindred spirit."
the graphic below to visit Laura's website of art & poetry.