When I first started blogging it was therapy. It was meant to be a way for me to sit with my brain and listen to what it had to say. And then I was supposed to summarize what it was telling me in as few words as possible.
Some people started calling it poetry.
I grew up thinking poetry was a very rigidly structured and meaningful puzzle. We would have long discussions about what the imagery meant and why it was written certain ways. And well all the poets were dead. So who knew the truth.
So I wrote and people called me a poet. So I guess poetry saved my life.
I started trying to write again and found myself digging and digging for something to write and I was dragging myself back to all my sore spots. I was reliving the pain. Found myself hurting all over again.
I wrote poetic duets without pain. I wrote about romance without pain. But somehow beyond all the trauma I can’t write about anything but the pain.
So I decided to try to write about something I love doing. See how that feels. I’m going to try to write about paintings I’ve done.
I couldn’t see you at first
Just an idea of your edges
And a searching excitement
For your overall color
Blues and purples
Bled into each other
And still no sign of you
I remember feeling
Like I had failed
You’d be lost forever
So I pulled you down
Set you aside
And there you were
Upside down and sideways
Staring through the purples
A feminine face coming
To the surface for air
A Mermaid all along
HASTYWORDS 
I love this. The painting and the words.
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Oh yay. Thank you
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She certainly is a mermaid, and a watchful one at that. I think you captured the process very well.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
HASTY – Painting
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You’re just amazing. The painting is wonderful, and yes, you’re a poet, with a poet’s soul.
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That painting is awesome!
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Thank you 🌸
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This is really, really beautiful. I love it.
You are a poet, even when you’re not writing poetry. But it’s weird how pain is so often the best muse 🙃
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It really is weird.
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Lovely 💙💜
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Yay! Glad you found inspiration somewhere other than the past. So when does she sing Part of Your World?
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She doesn’t sing but does warble like a bird 🙂
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The painting is so gorgeous!! And of course the words too. 😍
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I know what you mean, sort of. About reliving the pain. Sometimes words take me where I don’t want to go. But on the whole… it’s good. Sometimes I feel like getting the words out helps flush out some of the toxins, too. Anyways… A Mermaid all along, love it!
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