#emeraldandart

[alasblogpoetry]

Coolth.

Earth a lifeless cement - Dirt frozen over, Trees bare and dead.

Wind a motionless freeze - Air is as if claws Cling onto our skin.

Sun a heartless deceit - A disk blank and white, An absence of heat.

Fire - its faint orange tongues barely touching our skin.

Layers of sweaters - heavy but transparent to coolth.

Submerged, by woods, by deathly coolth of morning, by thirst for warmth.

Together a freezing love - Forget the fire and layers, We hug.

Warmth.

(to MK, AK, DB, and Art)

[alasblogpoetry]

red ink.

[The image is a piece of lined notebook paper written and doodled all over with red ink. The central part of the paper contains a poem, with its title "red ink." written above and to the side. All around the poem are little doodles, such as squiggles, spirals, hearts, math formulae, geometric drawings, crossed out words like "splatter." and "mind.", zigzags, arrows, and other little things. The handwriting of the poem gradually becomes less organized, messier, and less consistent. The text of the poem is below]

Mind a splatter of red ink. A straight line with a sudden kink, Across the page, from Letters to Digits to Squiggles to Art to this very Poem, falling apart, starting again, forgetting the old, inventing a new, spilling a heart, and leaking a Mind a splatter of red ink. A straight line bursting into a spiral, losing and finding, forgetting to blink, to breathe, to logic, but never to think, to create, to invent, a Thought, an Idea, a Protest, a One of a kind, an almost but then neverMind a splatter of red ink. a line with a Kink, forgetting to Blink, but never to Think, from squiggles to Art, falling apart, spilling the Heart, a one of a Kind, but then never