When words won’t speak,
When I cannot find the right letters,
or when I simply stutter,
I bring forth emotional therapy,
brilliant shades bleeding with highlights
or slices of calming, iridescent colour.
Sometimes nothing lyrical comes out,
and I’m left with a blank, cursed page,
or attempts of controlled cursive crossed out,
never for anyone to view.
Or there are other types of words,
they ramble and demand,
intended for others to experience,
their rawness brought about by
my hastily scrawling hand,
interpretation intentionally difficult,
I wait, I hope, I breathe.
But in such a situation, I doubt myself,
my words may prove too harsh,
best translate them into a form of visual art,
where it’s less specific,
less obvious what I'm trying
to place on show.
Less fervent will the story be
for I can disguise the dramatics
and roll on and along
with the waves of emotion
'til the process of ambiguity
makes my words fit for public consumption -
images filled to the brim,
a certain crescent rising,
a personal triumph sent,
an explosion of hues,
of textures, of layers,
that have been expelled from deep within.
I am now tentatively pleased,
the story has been told,
by shades and highlights,
bright and bold,
I have created a scene
without a single word,
the colours I'll live and breathe
until I'm frail and old,
this process is a priceless passion.
© 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
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