Photograph found here.
Broken clay holds promise.
Shattered glass does too.
Each within the artist
to make mosaics true.
Beyond Blurred Lines
Thanks to BitAurora for the photograph.
Each their own, lost moment.
Eyes glazed in tender
afterthought. I held you up
to the sunlight frozen.
Seeing through to the world
beyond blurred lines.
Tantrum
Thanks to averiecooks for the photograph.
Sharp words from small tongues,
cut quick their own threads.
Dangling the immediate future-
peril perpetual
at the hands of fate.
Self destruction by a cookie.
Webs of lies
Thanks to donkom for the photograph.
Forgotten memories
in faded homes.
Disregarded by descendants.
Webs of lies past
aging stories;
aging fast.
Bogeymen
Thanks to Digitalcosmonaut for the photograph.
O’ unknown shadows held
in spoken silence,
more lengthy than absence are you.
Endowed in willing subterfuge
and growing in lost cause
cheers echo emptiness at your arrival.
And hopes – enveloped in a death shroud,
set aflame
and forgiven of their childish ways.
Inner Blindness
My minds eye sits at the back of a darkened cave.
Cramp quarters and blackness hold both prison and palaver,
whispering nonessential nothings with pure intent.
To a dull and echoing drip drip drip of unknown liquid
that gleams and glistens with the brilliance
of blinded stone.
Caves
The lost lights flickered low in the arid evening.
Acidic scents of overly perfumed bosoms held bare in judgment.
Who is this moon that reveals my imperfections?
Who am I to question the wisdom of the wise men?
Flickering down to a candles breath the dim world blurs.
As we are all but in a cave wishing shadows on the wall.
