Δευτέρα, Μαΐου 09, 2022

Creatures of contradiction

I sometimes wish I were a painter

A master of the Summer palette

sandy beach beige,

earthy brown

sun-baked-rock white

And bold lines

to paint you over and over again

every morning

caressing with long soft strokes

the lines that make up you.


Or maybe a sculptor,

Able to tease silk out of granite,

warmth out of marble

Chiseling your form out of a block of stone

softness out of hardness

like you

my creature of contradictions.


Instead I deem to be a poet,

Stuck in an eternal search of words

to express the pleasure I find in your existence

At once content and discontent

Forever on the hunt of verse

another creature of contradictions,

Am I.