by Lisa O’Neil Guerci
Art let me know
it wants to
it needs to
be part of life
be in life
BE life.
Art let me know
it lives in love
is *in* love
with the wild,
untamed words of poetry
in love with the thunderstorm
and your most recent heartbreak
Art let me know
it longs to enter abandoned buildings
in dirty cities
to transform ugly scars into calligraphy
across the canvas of flesh
art let me know
in a whispered secret,
it wants to kiss me in watercolor
turn my briny tears to sweet pastel droplets,
like candy melted
when held in his hands
art let me know
it wants to
fingerpaint on my soul
with childlike abandon
to take
gnarled, reluctant fingers
and soften them
to hold the brush
the microphone
the pen
Art implored me
to write
to recite
to sing
to paint the world with
wild words
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