clear calculated raindrops fall gently through
warm,
freshly
laundered sheets of desolate air
thoughts scatter across memories
of
vibrant green grass
built like napalm
in a
jungle
of yesterday
sorrow is a pill to be taken wisely
and
with control
the aperture's of
desire
expand like
worn denim caressing
a locket worn
for all the ages
spread me out and unravel each
dried layer
looking closely just beneath
unforgiving sunlight
the warmth of the morning is
impervious to the terror of
last night
and
all these horror's we
try so hard to forget
Almost all the ice has melted away now
3 comments:
There is a light intensity here that draws me in. I like it; the seeming random scattering of thoughts on first blush which appear discordant. But you told me in the very first line that the way the raindrops fell was calculated. and each falls in such a way that the pattern isn't obvious until the end.
Yes brother, I like this very much from top to bottom.
thank you...
...very much~~
I haven't been here in awhile. Busy with the daily grind of life and bills. That was a beautiful piece.
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