Open Spaces #4: Womb & Freedom

[This is the last poem for the Open Spaces Series. Open Spaces are poems inspired by some of my paintings]

Womb & Freedom

To mimic the womb

We curl our bodies,

Hide in dark places

Praying for comfort,

For safety.

 

I hid in dark places,

Nooks and crannies,

Beneath tables

And stairs, nursing

My broken soul

 

Like a fetus, grasping

For warmth—for

Love that envelopes

You in darkness

I waited and

Waited

 

But the darkness I knew

Was cold, consuming

Filling my beaten up

Soul with promises

Of loneliness,

Rejection and a misery

Everlasting

 

To be swallowed

Or to escape

 

To mimic birds

We hold our hands up

In elation and freedom

Running across wide spaces

Jumping high to touch

The sky

 

Escape,

pushing out

Of tight spaces,

Stepping into the light

I run

Run

Run

Run

 

Endlessly

Into an emptiness

A silence of heart

Of mind

Of spirit

 

Into the arms

Of freedom

Into the solitude

And quiet

Of nothingness

Open Spaces #1: The Field

I have a few paintings of open spaces and thought I try to use them as inspiration to writing. Here’s the first of the series.

The Field

I laid myself open

Like a field of tall stalks

And yellow flowers

Surrounding you with

Beauty and a silence

That sways with the breeze

Beneath the ever wide

Sky.

 

And like those who have

Found a field

You run into its arms,

Stomping upon its stalks

Hold it in your hands

And have your fill

Until the sun sets

The grass gets itchy

And the picture taken

 

Leaving

The ever open field

And its wide welcoming arms

Never turning back,

Never returning.

While it stands open,

Bleeding through its

Bent up stalks

Beneath the darkening sky.