There are no words for certain... things.
Things like
the alliterative melancholy
of a wailing toddler
or the grief stricken tears
of the bipolar sky.
Or stepping out to get groceries,
then waking up to a white ceiling
and a brand new colostomy,
trying to find an answer for
"How do you feel?"

I want to be a peacock,
a poster child
for rainforest green
and flamboyant turquoise,
move my feet
for an unfettered rain dance,
to laugh out loud at the colorlessness
of the air escaping
from a brightly colored balloon.
I suppose my life would go out
similarly, the warmth
taken out sinuously from
brilliant tailfeathers;
but there are no words for that

Poetry by Arti
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Written on 2008-12-24 at 03:40

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Nice write here ,
well done Arti

Such beauty Arti!

I'm in awe.

"bipolar sky" Wow

well, you found the well of dreaming about formulating words into a fantasy of wonder.