paintings

oh, from time to time

we must slow the thing down

as we perpetually stumble faster

forward faster, closer 

and perpetually closer

into rando disaster

situational catastrophe

faster and faster

chaos incarnate

it approaches over time

leading to madness...

stop, sometimes,

we must slow the calamity down

very carefully

we must examine, very slowly

this time we've been given

from the past to this moment

frame by frame

we must correct for a future

with a purpose

with specific intention

like a beautiful artist

we must treat every, single moment

like a stroke on the canvas

Author's Note

Reviews

[ThisSiteSucks]

And then, there are moments, Davidgeo,
we look up from our resolve,
notice the beauty within the chaos,
realize the ugliness is swallowing it
little by little,
sliding like a giant inchworm
down our throats,
choking us until
there is no way
a slight breath of oxygen
can ever sustain us
and we absorb into the chaos,
the still wet oils
of that brilliant painting
now the source
of our death.
(I love this write of yours, btw)

[Davidgeo]

I'm glad you enjoyed, thanks for the lovely words.

[ThisSiteSucks]

Davidgeo, I'm speechless.. Thank you....for now

[Davidgeo]

hey f**k you man!

[Davidgeo]

Oh, never mind. How's it goin' man?

[ThisSiteSucks]

up yours.....

[ThisSiteSucks]

Davidgeo LOL

[Curly Grace]

A calm, steady meditation on slowing the world before it breaks us.
I love how the poem shifts from chaos to intention, each moment treated like a deliberate brushstroke.
Quiet, thoughtful, and beautifully paced.

[Davidgeo]

Thanks Curly. Happy friday