walls of poetry - rock you hold you -
whispering pale yellow chips to complete your vowels,
your sighs are rosebuds of butter and moss at the end of spring
but you are no carefree sleeper
you mirror angst and frowns
or laugh in an ungainly manner in your sleep
you have to concentrate on it;
no arm carelessly dangles in angelic angle
but sunny drapes push you up
put you down
pull you past
back within the mossy walls of yellow
your happy place
YOU ARE READING
parallaxis
Poetryparallax /ˈpærəˌlæks/ noun 1. an apparent change in the position of an object resulting from a change in position of the observer 2. an appar...
