"My Love- I Treasure The View That Fills Your Eyes"

"My Love- I Treasure The View That Fills Your Eyes"

I've spent time thinking how you'd like the wind to move.
I savour those moments with you
when we both felt it on our skin.

I still treasure all those antics of yours
the tunes you danced to
when you thought I was not looking.
I stroke those lines.

My tongue swells
and I anticipate the very color of your touch.

Secrets about you keep me awake at night.
I keep them jars along with useless glitter
and dried out baby roses
blessed pink whenever I am sad.

I am hoping you will write back
if indeed my measures rhyme between your fingers.
I am this moments advocate.

I painted the plaster meant to block out smiles
giving them another mystery.
No worrying about slow souls
reaching for exits
who cares after all?
I have my feelings intact for you
nothing will ever change that.

I hear the shape of your shadow
and I am bewildered
forever stunned
that you remember me when I miss you.

I'll send lilacs through a windmill
sift out all those pleasure stealers
who pretend to not understand.

Oh my love
I will always treasure the view that fills your eyes
And when I miss you
in those middle of the night hours
as I hear your breath sleeping
I will reach over for you with my longing
stroke your forehead
and let you rest beside me.

Oh yes
I've spent time thinking how you'd like the wind to move.
I savour those moments with you
and within that magic
I will always love you.

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Kathy Ostman-Magnsen
21 March 2009
Copyright 2009

The image is of my painting "For Isa" 18x24 oil on canvas

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"Sometimes I Feel Frozen - Bleeding Snow"

Frozen,
that is how I feel.
At times,
I am still haunted by our flaws,
together.

Some people must take separate roads,
travel does not come easy,
despite what you thought,
I truly never blessed it.

Evenings get cold,
sometimes,
still,
without breezes,
and oft times without breathing.

You remember that song I wrote?
The one about ice on the sidewalk,
bleeding snow,
that's just the way I saw you,
as bleeding snow.
Yet, you never claimed that kind of ice.

I write in the afternoons now,
no more pretending I don't,
no longer hiding scraps of paper,
on past due notes.

No one is perfect,
that will always,
always be true.

When I'm alone I send out apologies,
to passers by,
no matter they don't hear me.
I evoke social graces,
sentiments that may fall empty,
on a perfect stranger's deaf ears.
I owed you that much,
I am the first to say,
too little and way too late.

Yet...
you never got it,
never heard,
never dreamed my dreams,
or wanted to.
Who would frame that kind of art?

Being cold,
takes a long time to recover from.
Frozen statues in the dark,
if I look out past windows,
I still can see you.

Frozen,
that is how I feel,
at times.
I am still haunted by our flaws,
together.
Yet standing still,
has given me...
wisdom,
despite my un-mending.

I ask myself often,
what was I fleeing to?
If I stay very still,
not moving one single bit,
and feel the colors I now paint with?
I know.
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30 July 2008
by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
copyright 2008


The image is of my painting, "Sunset" 24x48 oil on canvas. It is from my "Passion Series"

I am represented by Monkdogz Urban Art in New York http://www.monkdogz.com

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Aloha, Kathy


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