Two Poems from Liana

Painting

With the swing of my brush

and a whip in my wrist,

an array of vibrant colours envelops

the once blank, pressed, pampered, polished paper.

Absorbing the beauty,

adhering the moisture,

warping it into a bleeding figure,

as if playing a gleeful tune with every stroke.

A delicate harmony swirls around me

like a ballerina in show

The performance; elegant and composed,

prancing around in my mind.

Breath; steady, smooth, stable

Hands; sensible and swiftly striking the paper in a sharp motion.

Taking over me,

possessing me like a ghost following closely behind

listening and observing, never revealing himself

yet always prominent.

soulfully planning each move,

whisking and spinning.

each concept close to my heart,

releasing like the first drop of rain,

with many following in a hasty bustle,

bursting on impact, upon embrace settling into place.

creating an array of colourful memories, emotions,

concluding the melodious performance.

through opening the doors of my mind,

a passionate masterpiece created.

Shoe

I am the shoe.

Made from rubber, leather,

placed on a high shelf.

The factory smell,

fresh wax

shone unto my collar and toe box.

My mighty heel broad and tall,

A click in my step,

gently guiding your foot off the floor.

A great elegance bestowed upon me,

with each stride I take,

Like a prance into motion of a ballroom dance.

But with much grace brings responsibility to take care of me,

Though many soon forget about my distinguished touch.

My sister, beside me,

Through every journey and tale of coldest woe.

She calls to me,

in darkest nights,

lost in deep snow and fallen far below.

Underground,

through all seasons unfound and abandoned.

Now alone, I face all challenges.

Stored away,

into the grimy attic,

a cold sensation swept over.

Tossed into a tight box,

with dust gathering and piles of rubbish.

In due time I awake, just to be moved to another place.

Shadowed by my companion, sister, her bright embrace.

My once shining ego,

my pretty face,

lost in memories without a trace.