I can't sleep…
Artist: Malika Favre, a French artist based in London. “Her unmistakable style has established her as one of the UK’s most sought after graphic artists. Malika’s clients include The New Yorker, Vogue, BAFTA, Sephora and Penguin Books.” Check out her work here: Malika Favre, and on Instagram here.
[…]
My head carries the sound of tap-dancing through puddles.
One slow stab of wonder until I get to sleep again.
I think the trees are firework taxidermy.
A steady reminder of celebration and light.
How quiet.
I’m a collapsing house.
Come collect me.
[…]
~ Dalton Day, “Stepping Out of Sorrow,” published in Souvenir
Notes:
Even through curtains,
the sun will assert itself enough to soften a candle,
its warmth insistent as a kiss till the candle bends back.
We all fall under the spell of the sun
and are all at the end bent and consumed.
See how a long row of fence posts
leans over a deeply cut road
as if they’d been pushed by the light.
~ Ted Kooser, November. The Wheeling Year: A Poet’s Field Book
Photo: Beechwood by Heiko Fritz
[…]
All the candles
burning down to the metal,
the radiator singing its dumb water song.
[…]
The dust
in my lungs.
Knock it
out of me.
[…]
When
did it get so cold?
Credits: Poem – VerseDaily. Photo: Exercice de Style
