Pondering My Retirement

PONDERING MY RETIREMENT
Wild Sanity poetry by Blake Steele

When I am old
I want to be an artist
who buries his fiery body in color
in the way a black mole
snuggles into mud.
I want to hunt
for green leaves in paint,
and burn canvas
with vermilion flame.
I want to splash a sky
with those roses
that birth the sun
day by day
and throw golden hair
over your face
with a huge sweep of brush.

I would paint your eyes blue
with my toes
and your shimmering smile
with a glob of paint
on my chin.

We shall laugh
in color,
you and I,
and run down
empty streets at night
leaving wet footprints

on the sides of walls.

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About Blake Steele

I am a poet, writer, workshop leader, recording artist... half monk, half pirate, passionate for Life and Love to triumph in the world. I'm American by birth, but am living in Sweden for a while: writing, growing, deepening with amazing, open-hearted people, as well as developing Wild Words Creative Writing Classes and Wild Souls Workshops around the world.
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