A New Way to Bleed

Brand new painting, but not one I’d planned. Not crazy about it at all, but I like that it’s very different from what I’ve done in the past with random/unplanned projects. The title is of a song that popped into mind and I thought it fit well for the last minute additions I made to this image. And the written bit below, it was completed near the end of summer last year. Some things were going on with my siblings at the time that I needed to vent about. Actually it spans years of frustration I’ve needed to deal with somehow regarding them, so I made an attempt.

A Dismantling

We wake
The sun has risen with vital promise and strength
Resilient and hardly knowing what became of night
That hot, quick yellow sick of spit up realization
Its petulant boom, gusts, base crackle and sheer

Wits and rage whelm her fear
The mother screams “Why bring this here?”
His crawl back to the cave in shame
Disdain for self put on display – A full dismantling

We find our shallow creature of sea in
Crushing depths, drowned of its own grief

What a mind flips and rips into…
It cannot tolerate
His loosened skin – disgust – disgrace
Face after face peeled all over the place

Quite the disturbance, but we remember to breathe
His life is his burden to uplift
And though a hand we’ve held, we will not heave
Right now he just wants sympathy – feels buried beneath the heap
His blathering of its gravity and his staggering need

But I say you’re like a phoenix – just die a little more
Until reborn and wings are given their chance to mature, I above all
Have chosen to ignore
Our lesson in the shards of the last “final” un-fogged mirror

Still, there is something about now, about here
The stench of brother ingrate beginning to clear
A level enclosed, honest and steeped in hope, might we settle this air
All is thin and prime for the confession

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2 responses to “A New Way to Bleed

  1. You may not be thrilled about that painting but I am! You’ve captured the intricacies of the heart in the most brilliant way & the “blues” of it can represent depression and how it flows in and out of our life giver, it’s a great piece!

    The poem is expressed as emotionally and intricately as could be, very heartfelt indeed

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