“Words Don’t Fail Me” by Christina Knowles


I dance this pen across the world

and all I am is set free.

Words become separate

lives unto themselves,

free to roam and do as they please,

to be sucked up by thirsty souls

and to be tossed aside as waste by others.

Sometimes ignored, unread

but still looming, like ghosts

invisible but present

or taken and changed—


interpreted and reinterpreted.

Unrecognizable to their maker,

they stretch and encircle.

Sufficient to their purpose,

words don’t fail me.

Feelings impossible to quantify or understand

become tangible, ideas made substantial,

absorbed into the universe

yet marked as distinct.

Through words

I know and I am known

—Christina Knowles (2015)

Art by Christina Knowles

PALETTE KNIFE Oil Painting On Canvas By Leonid Afremov
PALETTE KNIFE Oil Painting On Canvas By Leonid Afremov

A canvas

Colors vividly swirl

A painted sky

Cloud-swept and clean

A sharp and jagged mountain

Cut with a palette knife

The paint tells a story of its own

Not realistic but real

More real than nature

The truth underneath


What the soul sees

What the heart knows

Life uncovered

Art shows the true story

A story so important

Not everyone can understand it

The unfortunate go blindly

Through mountains and meadows

By seascapes and down winding paths

Looking but never seeing

While the artist strips away the veil

And brightens the picture

Revealing what was there all along

Hidden from the ordinary

Knowing there is no such thing

The extraordinary is all around us

Hiding, pretending to be banal, bourgeois

Until the artist brushes truth

On a canvas.

–Christina Knowles (2009)

Image: PALETTE KNIFE Oil Painting On Canvas By Leonid Afremov

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