Skin/Sun/Fun

Skin/Sun/Fun

ARE YOU SAD,

LITTLE HUMAN?

ARE YOU BRIMMING

WITH THE HEAT

SPILLING OVER THE EDGE?

ARE YOU LOST

AT THE REALISATION

THE TEA CANNOT BE SEPARATED

ONCE AGAIN FROM THE WATER?

ARE YOU ROLLING

THOUGHTS OF BLACK

CLOUDS SPILLING TEARS

MISSING THE TREES,

BUT REACHING YOU?

ARE YOU SCARED,

TINY SPEC?

ARE YOU?

 

[Photo credit to: Anastasia Kolisnichenko]

GROWTH

LIFE STARTS WITH THE COLOUR

YELLOW,

GREEN SHOOTS IN PLAYGROUND

GAMES,

RED RUNNING DOWN WHITE WATER

FALLS,

BLUE BECOMES TURQUOISE SALT WITHIN

SKIN,

GREY FADING WRINKLED ARMCHAIR

IMPRESSIONS,

BLACK.

Sometimes,

Sometimes,

at night

I wonder

could I pour the coffee

back into the pot

and the blood

inside the wound

sealed

not healed

just

never torn

could I gather

the things that spilt

from tongue to air

and push it

back

babies screams

not silenced but

unborn

unknown

yet-to-be

and if the light from

the stars

had not yet reached

streched

into feelings

and could be separated

like sequins from a dress

could I make the rain

rain

backwards

evaporation on a mass scale

pulled back to the sky,

simply because

I tried?

 

[Photo credits: Public-Domain-Photos.com]