What is it
about time
that keeps you
from taking hold
the reigns of your mind?
The dark alleys
exposed in the changing
seasons forevermore
demanding you move along.
He stands
waiting.
She loves the flow
of his words worn
around her neck, bent
from past love obligations
and surprisingly -he
understands.
what is this feeling
lost in overgrown forest
peaceful memories
one thunderous step
an animal heart beat song
marches left, then right
tactile consciousness
reprieve from wordy flatlines
sewn in colored threads
summer fields ripen
blue rolling days of sunshine
quickly watered smile
Work in Progress. This piece will be significantly larger and framed.
seasons: a poetic journey 