A Part of its Canvas

by Poet on the Piano   Jun 11, 2012


Towards the sun, there seems to be
a water full of memories....
And that is where I wish I could be.
To not feel like drowning in silence or words
that make me cringe 'cause they were too sweet,
too photographed in my mind.

I'm willing all my past to float behind me-
until they fade like colors of fallen autumn
and dew drops of early April.

My lips speak to me and desire to make
new memories, memories that are not written
in the passing air
but felt in fresher blossoming's-

I think I will soon be ready to keep dreaming
and not let the breaths behind chase me,
tell me my dreams will choke me.
Aren't dreams just God trying to whisper to you
that you don't need to be fixed?

Because, in all honestly, if I keep my face
towards the sun and let it warm the
tips of my lips to the centers of my toes,
I believe I'll have all the oxygen I need.

And maybe, someday, it won't be oxygen
I will be depending on,
reining it in softly;
maybe I won't be the restless blanket
that tumbles out of bed
at 2:45 am to find her love.

Not just another broken piece,
but something that may be needed-

and without the heavy breaths of a dry heart
I can climb to hope and never have to say
I missed watching the sunset,
on the day I needed it the most-

to be a part of its painting.

A bit random thinking that I wrote on May 16, 2012. Thanks for reading.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Darren

    I know you said random thoughts, however this is a good stand alone poem.
    Sometimes most of our poems are just that.
    Blossomings needs an apostrophe blossoming's
    The change of tense in this line suggests you need a semi colon after softly.

    And maybe, someday, it won't be oxygen I will be depending on,
    reining it in softly,
    maybe I won't be the restless blanket that tumbles out of bed
    at 2:45 am to find her love.

    I like the term dry heart, most people would use heavy heart, bleeding heart etc.. nice to read something new to me.
    Aren't dreams just God trying to whisper to you
    that you don't need to be fixed?

    I like this section, It's a nice thought that God could be whispering to you.
    However some of the dreams I have had, I don't think it is God who is doing the whispering!!!
    Just feels like it needs a little bit of structure, but that's only my opinion.
    Thanks for the read.

  • 11 years ago

    by Steven Beesley

    This is such a lovely flowing write.

    I'm willing all my past to float behind me-
    until they fade like colors of fallen autumn
    and dew drops of early April.

    ^ This second stanza has me locked into the poem and wanting more. You have woven past memories together with autumn's display very well.

    My lips speak to me and desire to make
    new memories, memories that are not written
    in the passing air
    but felt in fresher blossomings;

    ^Yet with the 3rd stanza you offer something completely new about making new memories and it is a 180 deg. about turn but excuted well.

    There is a lamenting tone to the poem, waiting patiently. I like it!

  • 11 years ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    I will try and analyze later, whether
    random picked or not it sure caught my
    attention
    5/5

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