Art Paired Poetry

For our first post in February, we decided to pair our original poetry pieces with art from two different, wonderful artists. Please support their work as you do ours.

ONE MORE NIGHT (Willow Bader) Website Instagram Etsy

Somber night:

Sheets of rain in wuthering rhythms

Rivets of dark in delicate “with him”s

I wonder if now is the time to confess

There’s only one night ’til your time is at rest?

Our flowers:

Whispers of heart in greens of their leaves

Laments of growth in endless dreams

I wonder if now is the time to confess

Those flowers are wilting and soon will be dead?

Each petal:

Promises of us in each vanilla fold

Mumbles of care in each rosy curve

I wonder if now is the time to confess

The petals are dried up and now colorless?

One more night:

Kisses of warmth in fading attraction

Fragments of love in ephemeral passion

I wonder if now is the time we lay rest

The pieces of love from us that have left?

Let’s water the flowers

Night and night again

Let’s water the gravestone

Where they now sit

The flowers of love

Now broken and torn

The flowers of us:

The love that we mourn.

The Heart Is A lonely Hunter (Sumeet Panigrahi) Link

There are the animate and the inanimate, the sentient and the insentient, those who birth from red and those who have never been but dead

With runes for fingers – hands on which the first wheels of time ran – carve the tales, relentlessly woven,

The stories and the sayings, the pleas and the romantic reponse – prayers of silencing the saboteur, truths of man

“You may tell me what is perished, but the spirits never vanish,” my voice is a pulse emanating in my head

With the bow of an encore I again peer into the hollow, a void with no end – yet my fingers bend as the gluttonous gape swallows

“My heart is gone,” and memoirs coffined in books and letters abscond

There are those who find where you belong, there are those who kiss you like the tearful songs, there are those who yield your core behind every breath you share

Affection o’ affliction

I ate my heart to give me the closure of an infinity of unfulfillment

As if it knew more than me – no, nothing – nothing is more clear

And too I watched prey peck away it, lonely beneficent.

On a table of canvas bleached – a bouquet of flowers – the offspring of a love affair

Left, a question in the season’s air

Madly! The ghost of a life, a love, a lesson to be learnt and born burst from its bed – and wrote

You are love

You are not dead

“How long must one slumber,” I ask, “To not feel an ache of famine upon sudden arise?”

You know the answer, yes yourself,

Once you answered such musings and left such wisdom on a dusty shelf

If love was instantaneous – once I claim I found it, simply there

For, birds of prey became feathers on a shore

Your windows are barless – I glide through, your sunburnt floors are my home

Images of you melt into my eyes – candles scented with fondest memories

Words from your lips blot the silence – your breaths read my lungs

Light is merely undone competition against your illuminance

You, you are the mute answer to the futile questions

The spell of conscience is your magic and the impending of its grave is your will

O’, your death would be the most opulent skull of an opal carved delicacy adorned with flowers

This is but a story, it is the unwed fate of a life ahead

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For this post we selected art pieces and exchanged them to write poetry. The first art piece was selected by Nat, and the first poem was written by Anya. The second art piece was selected by Anya, and the second poem was written by Nat.

We hope you enjoyed our writing alongside the art!