Vibrant

I am vibrant today,

wilted and fading fast—

in pieces,

jaunting,

Blue around the edges

still Red at my core,

the two

probing

then warring,

blasting

into melting

with each other,

but I am brightly falling,

I am failing

and filling with

salty washes

of the creeping,

smoking

changes—

transformation,

metamorphosis.

All those pretty words

that aren’t so

elegant

in practice.

that is what I am—

drowning in the mixture.

(written Nov. 14, 2009)

*I wrote this in a workshop at the Writing Eastern Kentucky Conference with one of my professors, Mr. Eklund. He had us look at paintings and write what they made us feel or the story we felt they were telling. This was written from an abstract painting that I wish I could find to post with it.*