Thursday, June 12, 2008

Painting in My Sleep

My dream looks like water

A wavy, blue watercolor fantasy

Where emotion breaks through

Like floodwaters in New Orleans

The waters are bitter, running deep

Perhaps they are bitter because they run

Something so powerful doesn’t move for anyone,

Nor can it be stifled or suppressed.

1 comment:

marie said...

i really like the last line.