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(Photo credit: This poem was inspired by German artist Thorsten Dittrich‘s piece, On All The Ways VI.  http://www.thorstendittrich.de)

 

He found her with her eyes closed

Tight

Lids wrapped around

Pulled down

And dreaming

Watercolor dreams

 

 

He lived a life of comfort

Cotton

Filled his form

Like an animal stuffed

Insulated from

The courage to explore

 

 

He held her at one end

Taut

Between fingers tightly wound

Stretching like elastic

Brittle with aging codependence

Afraid to loosen his grip

 

 

She was like a Rose

Strong

Yet gentle in her making—

Giving but not taking—

So he wore her pinned

To his jacket like a prize

 

 

He pulled one petal at a time

Slowly

Scattered her around himself

Like confetti at his feet

Glimmering in sunlight

After a parade

 

 

She watched through rose colored

Eyes

Wondering at his dance

As he tapped his feet

To the rhythm of his science

Letting his heart beat out of sync

 

 

She rested a while tired by the

Miles

Traveled in footsteps and

In smiles broadly sewn

To the walls of her soul

Like threads of a tapestry

 

 

He named his rationality

Reason—

Suddenly like a thief

Holding a bag of gold

Heavy with secrets untold and

With her time and observations

 

 

She cut the rope between her

Heart

And the anchor he threw

Watched it sink

Until she could see it

No more, now

 

 

There at the bottom of the

Ocean

And her sighs

Lay the anchor and

There on the water’s edge

Sail her heartbeat and

Her watercolor dreams.

 

copyright Jill Szoo Wilson

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