Brambled branches
torn, reality
unborn, from
silver screen,
scraping vaulted
blue, wavering
waters tumble
through lucid
streets, dreams
dancing during
daylight, forsaking
ebony haunts,
lines, distant
few, pass
through, the
breaking
of
days.
Category: Nature
V is sticking,
interrupting the
flow, as
words, letter
by loving letter
strike, the
alabaster
page, purity
wiped clean
through deft
tapping of
keys, driven
home, sinking
sultry, buried
into the
stark canvas,
molding, scrupling
a lullaby
of singing
syllables,
seeking, a lover’s
song, a wayward
cry, a
brave new
world.
Creation streaming
from finger tips,
yet,
V
is
sticking.
Swings swaying,
tossed, by
whimsical winds,
swashing links,
creaking,
petals passing
pushed, cyclical
swirls dancing
delightfully,
growing green
grass gazing
into azure
spring skies,
parading clouds
wander,
another day,
in
the
park…
Killed,
beaten,
held down-
spared,
constantly being made,
trying to turn you back
as you fly by
in a nick-
saved,
you heal
all wounds,
often wasted,
flooded with you,
and then, not
enough, we’re
so fickle,
us silly
humans,
let’s
hope, that
now, we’re
not out
of You.
