Barkley to BrooklynMy girlfriend writes to me from way up north,Barkley to Brooklyn by SeaPlume
on an island of pine trees
where sunsets meet the silhouettes of mountain chains like a painting
every night and humpbacks cry over the calm water.
I ask her how she's doing and all she says
is It's gorgeous,
like I can't tell, from the thousands of postcards and calendars
and inspirational posters plastered with those same sunsets
she sees each night.
I know what beauty is supposed to be.
But I can't help wondering, when she asks how I am, how is New York,
will she understand when I say the city
spread out below me, lights shining in a rainbow against shadows
of muted glass and steel
is just as beautiful?
The energy and the glow of the streetlamps
lighting dim concrete sidewalks in the city that never sleeps
and the cars still rushing past on the street below
at 3 AM and the music blasted from the apartment next door
This is how we know we are alive,
and those same red clouds
signaling calm seas to the fisherman on
I am my own artist. I enjoy what comes from me, what I create , and would hope that at least on occasion someone other than myself can connect with each of the things I put forth. If not then these are here for my personal enjoyment! |
Current Residence: My bedroom
deviantWEAR sizing preference: ?
Favourite genre of music: Everything quite literally I have at least one like in each genre
Favourite photographer: idk
Favourite style of art: One that I like
MP3 player of choice: the cheap one I got for christmas because I can afford it
Shell of choice: .........
Wallpaper of choice: i prefer paint!!
Skin of choice: my own it would be hard to take it off
Favourite cartoon character: Bugs Bunny hes hard to beat!
Personal Quote: Unpredictable, never dare to assume that I can be analyzed, summed up, or understood from a brief acquaintance let alone having known me for a lifetime.