HEARD / WORD | July 15, 2020

This week, multidisciplinary artist Ko Im reads “Seasons,” a poem inspired by a personal relationship that goes through a series of changes.

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Seasons

By Ko Im

Winter

you started to float away like a lone red balloon, slowly

my heart, shattered into a million broken pieces of glass on the ground

Sprung

Roses are red

Violets were never your thing

Ignore the lines

Unspoken words sting

Summerin’

Kelp floating

            Salt evaporating

What is meditation

            If not the sweet taste of nourishment

Cleanse through clutter

            We arrive slowly

Filling up to take form

            Before water runs dry

Fall

CACTART

Dying like the plants

on your windowsill who don’t get enough sunlight

The art on your walls

            are my companions tonight, silent and staring

There is no life here

            There is no love here