Sunday, August 1, 2010

Patina



Crackled old paint 
 revealing layers
of living full while 
playing hard 

soft colors
 absorbed
it all ~
luggage or
baggage ~
whatever the 
case might 
be

patina like this 
can't be bought 
or instantly applied
straight out of the can
it comes only by way of 
time

along with

tears
scars
dents
bruises
scrapes
laughter
apologies
grace
love
adventure
enthusiasm
hope
dreams

passenger car
with storied walls
mute with remembering
 stares out its own window
facing future 
rust locked
yet still
on track








6 comments:

n. davis rosback said...

i like

Maureen said...

I do, too. All the cracks holding histories.

Joyce Wycoff said...

beautiful image and poem. thanks!

M.L. Gallagher said...

Me too! Very much.

Great imagery with words -- and the cracks in the photos.

敬周喜 said...

良好的開端,已是成功的一半。..................................................

Laura said...

So sweet...the pictures and the words. Feeling a little worn today...