Brushstrokes

Brushstrokes

A Poem by J
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Lots of happenings, all combined? I guess, yes.

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Too much in all of this a sense of calm, dilution, between the whorls of fingerprints 
left on windowpanes, outside where the world turns and flows much like the time 
we travelled the length of the Kaikoura coast, anxiously waiting for the spume 
of whales to breach air and daylight. You told me I should never break 

Unless I mean it in all dimensions: the physical, the emotional, 
the immaterial, all in sullen blue, with streaks of marigold, ground shellac 
and varnish our landscape and easel, one I would paint your body with 
until nothing else glows and nothing else is the same because 

This destination always becomes a well-worn pair of jeans, a faded buckle, 
the taste of cinnamon and cloves scraping the air. You, scattered yet motherly, 
moon and ova, the penumbra and corona where soil and water meet, where 
traces of sky and fire is our only escape, where hemispheres clash 

And destroy what is left 
of winter leaving this canvas. 

© 2015 J



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This blows my mind. It's so descriptive in a way that doesn't leave you with a certain picture or image, but rather like the title, it is a story painted in brushstrokes that is not the easiest to visualize or even comprehend. I really enjoyed this piece. The flow of it is like the ocean, completely natural, and I appreciate finding that in poetry.

Posted 7 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.



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This is an amazing and delightful poem to compliment the Art J! You speak as one fine poet.

Smiling at you

Tai

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Even if you don't write your name for this piece of writing as authored by you..you still would patent it.I really appreciate a write when i see the writer in it..this is absolutely yours..it is so very original.Utterly beautiful in its abtractedness..

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

you're single handedly saving my mind tonight. I just want you to know. youre bringing back my edge just by making me want to keep up.

thanksss.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

how beautiful

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is beautiful! Your a fantastic writer. Like an artist only you paint the picture with words! Absolutely amazing! I'm impressed!!

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

lovely canvas of color and word

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Beautiful, flowing, natural...

This type of writing makes us experience what you write.. tendrils of thought and emotions rather than imagery.. Incredible job.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

ohhh its a beauty,an epiphany and everything lovely....to be frank,very difficuilt things,emotions fry me up but this...J is my favourite letter from now...

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

your every poem is my very favorite

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This blows my mind. It's so descriptive in a way that doesn't leave you with a certain picture or image, but rather like the title, it is a story painted in brushstrokes that is not the easiest to visualize or even comprehend. I really enjoyed this piece. The flow of it is like the ocean, completely natural, and I appreciate finding that in poetry.

Posted 7 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Auckland, New Zealand



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