i wake up in the morning waiting for the sun
to soften me, soft as linen, softer as mud pie
my fingertips are tapping, checking the blue sketch
of canvas, granite silver stones, the studs, the slow motion
of time, rocking me to stupor, here in my pink dress, white
socks, shoes off, floating, i twist my body to bend
into the hourglass of sweet complicity & simplicity
but this solid bed of recycled plastic is hard, my thoughts
run grey, spiral to crawl, crash, cramp__
i cannot move to lift myself off this loneliness, this rabbit hole_
tell me you care, tell me to touch green grass,
tell me to get off the phone & social media,
this body swells of longing for rain, soil & seeds,
sounds of birdsongs, the smell of pine trees
i want to drown in my dreams of clouds, as the sun
softens me, soft as linen, softer as mud pie, sinking to earth
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - We are writing Ekphrastic Poetry based on the 3 artwork selected in the prompt. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST. Thanks for the visits and comments.
