Friday, December 4, 2009


first the mountains
streaked with color
then i go outside
and the sky is striped
my hands have smears of paint
it is my cheeks
that make me wonder
why are they
streaked with tears
is it all these new things
i am learning
like the colors here
it's just i never knew
to cry so much
some people say it's good
but i don't know
it doesn't feel like progress
and i call the mountains
please take me in
so i can be with you


Anonymous said...

streaks ????
wauw wat mooi / schitterend
ik word hier zo stil van.

TechnoBabe said...

Your artsy insides are showing on the outside more and more.

christopher said...


We can take your tears and welcome you down in the warm den of the sleepy warm bears at peace with winter.

Laurel said...

Wow. Beautiful photos and a very powerful poem.