Blind Hands [Original poem featuring the art of @leoplaw]

There's a start-
two blind hands
reaching
for poetry that'll never come
a culmination
that doesn't exist
and a beauty
that winks out
when you need it the most

I probably wrote this for a boy, years ago (almost all of my old poetry was written for a boy, embarassing as that is to admit). But now that my muse has been on hiatus, I feel like it's more of a commentary on the creative process. Thats kind of what I love about poetry- it can mean many things to many people. @leoplaw works mostly in oil on canvas, creating amazingly surreal but still life-like pieces. I vacillated between using this artwork, called "The Split" and his "Perfection is the Enemy" piece, a study in gold and anatomy that I also really loved. This dream-like landscape is a departure from his usual- most of his portfolio consists of figures in situations that are both unreal and hyper-real. He pairs all of his pieces with the psychological musings that inspired them, which makes for some great content. You should definitely check him out if you have the inclination.