she went away, on a metal bird, to a place far from here, now I am waiting for the sun to set so that I can return to a place I have never been
It is funny how life seems to just float away when you get busy. Time turns into a fickle thing. It is valentines day and I do not have roses; I have poetry and sunflowers. The girl who I could never write, @urban.scout, my partner in crime, has gone back to her hometown where she studies. For now, I am writing poetry and editing photographs of her holding a sunflower. This needs to suffice as a valentines gift. Today marks a year, 365 days, since our first date. Along with the photographs, is just a small poem I wrote for her. I hope you enjoy the photographs!
An Ode to the Girl Who I Could Never Write
brushstrokes stains
pure clean white
a canvas that teases
hanging against the wall
single nail
thin rope
hidden
it is just me and you who knows
brushstrokes stains
pure clean white body
like a canvas
our love is mixed with paint
the wound bleeds red
that my lips leave on your skin
the wound bleeds red
that we will reveal again and again
brushstrokes stains
pure clean thoughts
never to stop
wildflowers again decorate my heart
burn the words
against my skin
forever again
never to see what cannot be seen
brushstrokes stains
pure clean love
we are but beings
in a constant search
Postscriptum, or Rather Sunflowers Than Roses, Poetry Than Chocolates
I hope enjoyed yet another post about this girl I could never write. I hope that you have the love of your life beside you. Missing a loved one is never easy. Buy them sunflowers and write to them poetry, chocolates make us fat and roses make us poor. Jokes aside, life is too short to not live to the fullest.
All of the photographs are my own taken with my Nikon D300 and 50mm Nikkor lens. The poem is also my own work. Happy photographing, stay well.