I have to calm down cause I am SOOOOOOOOO EXCITED about what Im about to type!
SO, many of you old school SCAD people remember them BSA poetry nights! And you remember if you were lucky enough myself and Candace P. would do a remix or collab on a piece for you guys..
well, were apparently back at it again! and better than ever!!!!
So, here is the science.
I wrote a piece. Sent it to CP in hopes that we could collab in some way.
She said she would interpret it through her painting. The result?? You be the judge!!!
Read the piece below and check out the photo of the painting, and leave your comments below!
Im so crunk yall!!! -dia dia =) CP.. i feel that old thing coming back!
p.s. here is a link to her page for MORE great work, u better cop you one ASAP!
http://myartspace.com/artistInfo.do?populatinglist=home&subscriberid=3ttdepu239spmgk1
The Key
The key is not shiny
not new and clean, its jagged tainted and worn.
For years it was kept in a secret place,
never longed for another home.
Ive hoped for someone to take it,
but didnt trust enough to let go.
This key is heavy and dark;
the metal is so rusty and cold.
It occurred late on a Thursday
by happenstance he crossed my path
but--
not quite like I'd prayed for.
I stared into his eyes that night,
I was peeking at his soul.
Never thought he would be the one
for whom my heart bells toll.
As I watched him sleep for a moment
I knew this wasnt lust-
there had to be a plan in store.
Not one made by people, we could not have
constructed this, in between the lines.
He held me in his arms as he slept that night,
but I chose to silently gaze.
I thanked God in quiet reflection,
as I softly moved my fingers across his face.
Like braille I wanted to know him
to remember each touch after he had gone.
Soft tears fall down my cheek as I write this,
because its so much more than a poem.
He took the tattered key that night,
never uttering a word.
He cleaned all the stains off,
with care he washed them away.
I Imagine his his surprise to see it
shiny, clean and bright.
I imagine it would "bling, bling"
when held up in daylight.
But he didnt put it on a necklace,
he didnt show it to a crowd.
He quietly kept it in his secret place,
never spoke of it aloud.
The key is very special to me,
it unlocks the door to my heart.
He took the key from me that night,
and I pray they never ever part.
-A Lundy 08/2007
"Rediscovered" by C. Parnell 07/2008
Hanging in the gallery { 3rd right}
