Collage 8 x 11 on paper
Month: August 2012
waves scarlet
I saw her waving for the last time. Her eyes almost purple. Waving to say hello and goodbye all at the same time. The flags rippled in the wind. I thought of the cat at home saying goodbye too. The dishes were left undone. The scarf on my neck was too tight. My stomach ached a bit. The building was tall casting shade down resembling the night she and I met. What friends. What loss. New beginnings. What will Paris be like for her. Painting the colors of the city. Fountains. Leaves. Streets with stones that whisper names of old. I will miss it all. I will paint it, write it bleed it out veins scarlet.
n.e. bottalico
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Sylvia Plath Quote… writing more later….
“God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of “parties” with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter – they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship – but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering.”
http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4379.Sylvia_Plath”>
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