Living Is Messy

“When things get tough... Make good art… Husband runs off with a politician? Make good art… Leg crushed and then eaten by mutated boa constrictor? Make good art… Somebody on the Internet thinks what you do is stupid or evil or it’s all been done before? Make good art. Probably things will work out somehow, and eventually time will take the sting away, but that doesn’t matter. Do what only you do best. Make good art [and do you].” ~ Neil Gaiman [and moi]

 Life is breaking,

spreading misery

shards.

Tyranny is on the hunt,

blood bubbling

with Sorrow (to cut with).

When

life breaks,

I stitch stories

to whole my pieces

together.

I urge my words and heart

(and all I am)

to scream,

“Let us battle misery

with ink,

needle and thread.

Let us fight

for what we need,

for what we want.

Let us remember

that

to get

our desires,

we must do.”

Living is messy

art we can do

with each other,

for each other…

Art (has) humbled

terror, I’ve seen it

happening.

stitched together from poem bits, which I’ve shared on Instagram in the last few weeks. You can glimpse the original parts here, here, here, here, below 

for Poets United (Poetry Pantry #489)