Just found this gem by the author of The Glass Bangle, one of my favorite blogs. Eloquent, intensely visual poetry about writing, and about other things.
He was a poet, dabbling
in words and quicksilver thoughts
They spoke to him
about silences and dreams in black and white
about unicorns and blood-red wine
and sharp shards of glass
She was a book
languishing on his desk, littered
with all he held dear
crumpled promises and whispered sighs
bittersweet memories of silken hair
fractured smiles and drained emotions
He wanted to fill her
with words etched in gilt and gold
he yearned to write about a
breathtaking smile that threatened
to cut his heart to shreds
leaving stains of rust and blood.
She waited with bated breath
hungering for his thoughts.
his blood crept onto the paper
the crimson bands on his wrists
brought salvation and redemption
embracing her finally.