Body of Work
My body is a swath of silk dropped into a vat of indigo dye
fibers drunk with a blue elixir drown me as designs imprint
my silken body flirts with the sun blowing in the afternoon sky
My body is a rough sheet of french drawing paper
hand made pastels chisel the bold architecture of her face
and forcefully darken the shadowy mysteries we can only sense
My body is a small pocket sketch book that makes promises
with each fine line mark lassoed from unknown regions
landing in my hand making me feel a sense of continuance
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Beautifully executed! I feel your metaphors — the colors, tastes, movements, textures. So much depth!
Thank you. I am so glad you could read this. I appreciate your comments so much.
What a cool concept!
Great work.
Especially love your final stanza.
That last stanza changed about five times since I first sketched this poem out last night. I feel good that you felt it worked—thank you so much for your comments!
I love these metaphors!
Thank you so much for reading and commenting!
I really enjoy the wordplay of the title and how you begin each stanza. It really blends art form with embodiment.
Thank you so much for your comments and for seeing the relationships! much appreciated! Thanks