Outside
First look's right hook
In the jaw gapes,
Gobsmacked.
You've left your stain
On everything. Awash,
Forest glints, muted.
Field of view flattens,
An inter-dimensional chart.
Holding up grey, branches snap,
Gravity in still forms breaks,
Negative space worm holes
Into worlds unthought,
Forceful, Sibilant. Even
My desire for Life
Quells under your spell.
A subdued purple palette
only the painter appreciates,
As Varied Thrush hangs
Haunting deets in silence deep.
YOU ARE READING
Magpie Pearls
Poetry~ This poetic journey started when I began questioning why I write poetry. The assumption I'd come across pearls of wisdom to impart is quickly challenged by readers of "Magpie Pearls", leading me to explore truth in a broader sense. Is truth univer...
