Description: I think this one could be good with some work, so please suggest away. I'd be interested to see what people get out of it, because I think that there are a few different perspectives that work.
Hard lines -------------------------------------------
When we ran together,
your contours used to arc
and spring like a sapling's.
Your eyes were quicksilver
and the smell of new earth
breathed from under your nails.
I imagined an artist
sketching in stop motion;
he used a wooden compass
to trace your limby angles
as you flowed in easy lines.
That compass spike quivered
when you slowed to a walk.
The easy lines hardened
as you jutted and stumbled
in a wavering arc -
those were hard lines to trace.
It ended as these things do:
the wood warped and hollowed
until one day that compass
leaving a bloodied hand
and a hole in the page.
a gap...someone close who grew old...and not well...who slowed down immensely from the person i used to run with...not just literally run but figuratively..the person i most related to, like a best friend...
and i had to watch you slow down..and wooden compass that gave you direction...sturdy like an oak tree...but deteriorated...the bark losing its strength..its protection of the person...you walked more slowly, bent over...
and in the end i see...either death took the friend or the friend decided on death as an alternative to the deterioration...
quite visually stunning this piece...
that is the portrait i saw...by the artist with the wooden compass..
i like the idea i see of both of you in the painting...but the colors of him..or her..fading fading...fading....