The Pensive Woman

We’re so good at forgetting the real truth about who we are and what’s important. Imagine living in a culture where art is universally seen as a virtue, no matter its media … viewed as a positive expression of our creative life force. Imagine a world where chaos takes form, and virtue arises to the most profound experiences of life.

Pensive … a kind of cold fire
lacking the warmth of joy,
the summer sun,
or the taste of rain.

Pensive … a kind of silence
slowly stirring
the chested holdings
of the heart.

Pensive … a kind of death,
with mind chatter in chains,
the winter sun breathing
mountains that won’t move.