This is my first piece of word art or concrete poetry for 2020...the poem (which forms the lines of my drawing) below is a melancholic little number in some ways about the inevitability of life...the uphill struggle, the highs, the lows, the (apparent) unpredictability, the glaring truths we cannot ignore but amidst it all there is always the potential to grow within that...if a balance can be struck between the internal and external. Too fucking deep for a Sunday, I know :-)
FIBONACCI BLUES
To feel whole
Whilst falling apart.
To not lose sight
In the depths of dark.
To remain philosophical
Despite constraints of time.
To count blessings
And silver linings.
These are my mantras
As I bask in the light of the life
I must live
To remain fluid & open
When self preservation
Takes a hold.
To keep the temperature balanced
Between hot & cold.
Yes, fortune, they say
Favours the bold
But in allowing vulnerability
There is a strength
That is oft' ne'er told.
These are my mantras
As I bask in the light of the life
I must live
To love deeply
Without an ounce of regret
To kiss sweetly
Upon the banks of forget
Feeling whole whilst
Falling apart
Beautifully human
Dancing in the dark.
These are my mantras
As I bask in the light of the life
I must live
