A sunflower
that has not seen her lover
for so long
hopes to reach him
through her last song:
I like the rain
but the sun in me
is like the I in identity,
without it I'm just flower;
except he is also
my flow,
my attention,
my love's direction,
without it
I'm just er...
not even coherent
to err
as her
r
-
e
I'm so impatient
to see my beloved!
To strain upwards
past the clouds!
That I barely feel
´´ my roots ' '
loosen ' ' ''
' ' as rain ´'
´ rains ´´´´
´´´´ upon ''
'´´´ rain, ' ' '
' ' ' on ´´' '
' '' my '´'
eyes upon him,
´´´´ rain´'''
´´´´ down ' ' '
' '' my '' '' '
' ' face ' ' '
' ´´ as '' ' '
' ' ' if ' ' '
' ' I '' ' ' '
' rained '
' over '
__him__
rain
that might've soothed,
might've fed,
has unclenched
me
from the
' .
__earth__
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~ such cataclysm
~ is love ~~~~~~
~ washing ~~~~~
~ with death ~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I flow on the flood
~~ and yet struggle
~~~~~~~~ upward ~
that by chance
I might glance
his gaze,
one ray,
while spreading
. . my tears . .
. . . inside . ..
(black/white)
sarcophagi:
my seeds:
(//)
Learn patience,
you are the I
that survives,
my remains
that
say
lower
so that you
may open:
w | into | v
lower | unto | lover
the wordplay & the way the form mirrors the feeling is so satisfying. “I like the rain / but the sun in me / is like the I in identity” so good.
Your glyphic paintings complement the graphic elements of the poem so much