Painted words

The skies filled my head with a thousand words,

pinpricks of ink dotted the invisible lines

filling them with the finest of art

channeled tales from beyond.

They had no name,

those who whispered their secrets to me

in the deepest realms of sleep I wandered

with quill in hand and a pot of color

as dark as the midnight skies,

I wrote as the eyes remained closed

and locked in the world where everything spun

and nothing much seemed to make sense,

just ancient markings on parchment

stacked in random disarray

I sorted through so many pages

knowing that somewhere within

the secrets lay.

I gathered them in my mind,

mixing them like flour and salt

and yeast to rise them higher

hoping the truth would surface

and lay like cream on the top of the jar,

yet all that remained were foreign tongued symbols,

marked with some importance

in a fiery red mark like the dying sun on a horizon.

I closed my eyes as the pen began to stir,

as it swirled across the waiting cloud

I began to understand,

it wasn’t the words that were so important,

but the invisible thought between the spaces

where creativity remain waiting for exploring,

and a sign to mark as my own,

all my heart ever wanted or dreamed

was sitting there in plain view,

words that were always waiting to be made,

on pages that could only live

if I were to give a part of me.

 

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19 thoughts on “Painted words

  1. Good morning Derrick, what a wonderful thing to say and what an amazing way to wake up on my end here. I am so glad you enjoyed it๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ˜Š peace and blessings to you my friend, Kim

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  2. Thanks Lady G, so glad you enjoyed it. I have a friend who does the records thing….always wanted to delve into it…..I know there’s much more than we see, things we don’t remember except in small subtle glimpses…makes life a hell of a lot of fun, don’tcha think? So glad you enjoyed….off in the universe in my mind as always๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’œโ˜ฎ๐Ÿ’ซ

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  3. I have several who shall remain nameless, but they are like whispery ghosts who fill my mind with magic and for that I always give thanks. Most speak through my sleepy dreams, but then give subtle reminders throughout my waking hours till I stop and write them down lest they drive me crazy. Love that name Calliope, a proper muse name๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ˜Š

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  4. You never disappoint Kim!
    This made me imagine what it might be like to ‘transcribe’ wisdom from the Akashic Records! All across the Universe!
    LOL!
    As always, I loved it ๐Ÿ™‚

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  5. Esp. love this: “I gathered them in my mind,

    mixing them like flour and salt

    and yeast to rise them higher

    hoping the truth would surface

    and lay like cream on the top of the jar,”
    Beautiful, Kim!

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  6. Thanks infinite, yes, always so much unseen between the spaces, but that’s where the magic to create happens๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ’Ÿ my favorite place to resideโ˜ฎ๐Ÿ’•

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  7. it wasnโ€™t the words that were so important,

    but the invisible thought between the spaces

    where creativity remain waiting for exploring

    Such exquisite work, truly loved it! And then the last line says it even deeper…if I were to give a part of me….wow so true and beautiful!

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  8. Thanks so much, I’ve been doing a lot of reading, and wondering at all the thought that went into the making of artistic writings, and wondering about all the spaces where things are often left unsaid, yet still speak so very loud ๐Ÿ™‚ peace and blessings, K

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