Thursday, October 26, 2006
end of life
i could not sleep so i picked up the pad and a pencil and she revealed herself from the depths of my fatigue and insomnia.
this is the poem i wrote after i finished the sketch. i edited it this morning and thought they should go together:
END OF LIFE (oct. 26, 2006)
it comes not with surprise
nor with fanfares of brass.
it is more like a season;
the centered calmness of autumn.
quiet gentle slopes sheathed in leaves;
sheathed in quieting noises
that wrap like a gentle repose
descending over the detritus of
summer's vibrant spectra.
it comes not in malice raucous
but in a rustle of twigs, leaves and feathers.
it is an awaited sensation;
the shy touch of intimacy,
silky stretches beneath terminal sheets
undulating like a sleepy caterpillar
anticipating the chrysalis,
expecting the drunkenness of
autumn's monochromatic tones.
end of life does not argue,
does not try to make explanations.
end of life seeps like soothing cold
finding no resistance in tired tissues.