artwork: "twisted" by Celeste treloar, 18 yrs, Saatchi gallery
My mind goes through so many phases
--Everchanging, morphing phases
----One begins as another ends
--------Hold on before this one slips away!
----------------tHe desires I pace in pligHt of
--------------------------------tHe Hopes and Horrorous fears
----------------------------------------------------------------THey grow SO STRONG but tHen become
nothing but a memory,
too far gone to recall.
Once so real and powerful,
now, just a phase passed by,
On its’ way to being forgotten.
But I mustn’t fail to remember
the sunsets of the phases.
For, you shall surely teach me,
you harbingers of the dawn.
I must be present and absorb
the wisdom of the phases.
Bestowed gently with a kiss of bliss
upon my aching cheeks,
blessed to be alive and breathe.
written by Emily Franklin for a poetry assignment in Cuesta's creative writing class