Artist,
noun:
A soul that doesn’t believe it’s made of stardust,
and so it searches for a home
in every crease of a fingerprint,
smudged between strokes of brush buildings
and canvas walls.
A soul that wields light and dark
as if their veins run with paint;
also known as
color-bender,
star-scribbler.
Writer,
noun:
A soul that drinks from rainwater
and fountain pens,
knowing that one has kissed the sky
and the other has wet the page—
and isn’t sure
which one is which.
A soul that knows stories are
etched into constellations
that it has yet to find;
also known as
hope-breather,
story-bleeder.
Creator,
lifestyle:
A soul that doesn’t know
how to give itself a name,
but will let its hands bleed out
before it stops trying.
A soul that has tired of its aching shoulders—
the world is a heavy carry-on.
A soul that hears “weightless”
whispering from whatever leak of creativity
has begun pumping lifeblood with its heart;
also known as
light-echo,
human being.
Image-bearer,
calling:
A soul that has been crafted
with intentional hands,
and in turn crafts the beating of its heart
with every tool it can find—
even if they are dried lilac branches
compared to budding cherry forests.
Petals painted over scars
are petals still.
A soul that is climbing toward its Creator
with every pulsing art form in its rib cage;
also known as
sun-reflector,
child of the King.
Cindy Green is a forest-wandering, poetry-scribbling stargazer with messy notebooks and messy thoughts. Despite her love for all of God’s creation, sunflowers and stars in particular have a way of sneaking into both her writing and her heart (but you won’t hear her complaining about it). She is an amateur sword-wielder with a Highland-dancing warrior spirit who also writes letters to the moon and considers the sky her best friend. A focused daydreamer, organized pack rat, and oblivious observer, she is a self-professing ambivert (or a living contradiction) who deeply feels both the beauty and fallen state of the world. Through her words, she hopes to describe the indescribable and form personal connections with people while reflecting a love for her Savior and a passion for everything she touches.
*whispers* this is beautiful.
Woah, Cindy! That is EPIC! I need that on my wall.
This is so beautiful. ❤️
Wow.
Just… wow. O.O
Cindy, I love you. You are indeed, a child of the King.
You stole my heart in this poem, Cindy! *showers you in sunflowers and stars and doughnuts and love*
<3
These lines were ultra-special to me:
"A soul that drinks from rainwater
and fountain pens,
knowing that one has kissed the sky
and the other has wet the page—
and isn’t sure
which one is which."
GREAT JOB, CINDY!
This has got to be one of the most beautiful poems I’ve read in a long time…wow! ❤️❤️❤️
What a beautiful dictionary of words, dear! ❤️ Your poem reflects the breathings of my writerly, artist soul in ways I never could imagine.
Wow. This is absolutely stunning. Gorgeous! I love it so much!