Half and Half, an ekphrastic poem

Painting title: 'When my painting and my photography colide’ by ninamichele

We like to split our worlds; we like to cross

From truth to narrative through doors between

Us, halving us in fact and fiction – Toss

Our daydreams out like rafts or time machines,

So as to gather memories in huddled crowds

Of strangers swapping stories like old friends.

Their words are songs that rise into the clouds

Of high-thought; but these lyrics never end,

Just rush into a fever-dream, a storm,

A whirlwind whimsy what-not, washed in rain

As all old things are: free-form cold-yet-warm,

And our minds are never quite the same again.

I’m taken back to windswept coastlines, greens

And blues, split half in half, into facts and dreams.

Source – http://www.reddit.com/r/painting/comments/2ok4jk/when_my_painting_and_photography_collide/

Star fishing

Star Fishing

I like to plant my feet in dreams,
and fly-fish late in star filled nights.
I like to fish for starlit dreams
and wait until the coming half-light.

I like to see the night sky at my feet.
But I, being small, cannot reach the stars.
They are spread out beneath my feet.
I cannot move, lest I break my sea of stars.