Her ocean...

All my work, whether written or visual, is rooted somehow in an experience. For me, this may mean a past, present, or even future one. When I'm creating, I'm exploring. I process and shift into a realm that feels so much more expansive than any actual memory itself. Where wisps and fragments disintegrate and restructure themselves. Metaphoric by nature, each manifestation seems to take on a life and language all its own as it evolves in to an expression of my deepest spiritual longings.

"Her ocean..." / Watercolor / 9" x 9" / 2010

Crowfeet leave their mark engraved in the corners of her eyes.
Beneath the steel gray darkened night an unknown provocation lies.

The subtle curve that rests upon a promise whispered in embrace;

a shift in time, a fleeting moment, evaporates without a trace.

Customary, though it seems, some minute segment left behind

pierces floating timelessness and lodges deep inside her mind.

Bones, they rise up through the flesh, memories crowd the open door.

Through blindness she regains her sight as nightmares dance across the floor.

Deep inside her ocean lies an island close to shore.

Clouded by eternity, her passion yearns for more.

When all along exists, encrypted in her soul,

a pair of wings to carry her to worlds unlike before.

Come back, come back, an empty cry

disintegrates. Don't ask me why

as off in flight wings span the sky.

I've never left. Don't ask me why.

I've never left. Don't ask me why.

© Roxie Johnson 2011

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