something cliché

im feeling like i want to say something
something...
a jumbled up mud of colors
wanting to be letters, sounds, words
music notes perhaps
lots of blue
choking on a few forgotten phrases
and memories
pulling the long string of thought
from my mouth
eyes are green
but hands are red
for the first time
heart is strong
strength is heart
raw
burned from the leaving
and lingering.

ive been absolutely fascinated by light for the past few months. i stop dead, staring at the way light is hitting something. studying every nuance of the source, shadow, and how it falls softly, like a fine powder sometimes...other times like a piece of broken slate. even lights in a river, making their rainbow colors wait for your attention, theyre just a little shy. nineteen lights reflect in two picture frames. streetlights line up, each one reaching a ray out to touch the middle of the windshield; holding on, stretching until the bright line snaps back to wait for another passing car. the curved edge of light from recessed spotlights, the two distorted ovals from a lamp. beams caught and cut by the sharp edges of glass. im fascinated, absolutely in love. weird isnt it?