Disappearing lakes engulfing disenchanted thoughts The lack of coherence embedded in sand Windshield moist with raindrops on forgotten mornings I have not come to accept it, not yet.
A town full of blind people, Colors taking a walk into dark alleys Undeveloped photos fading in silver The road in front is not visible, at all.
I like these words. Each line could take you to a different place. This is my favorite kind of poetry. Allow the reader to think and try to see what the writer is saying in their words. Many vision of people and life are hidden in the word. A excellent poem. Thank you.
Coyote
how amazing, to place boundaries while bursting my imagination into action. somehow i think you wrote this piece straight through, as if it were flowing through you and not a slave to consideration. thank you for sharing.
Things live, waiting to be born? There's an out of body sort of feel to this though you recreate such seemingly simple scenes, 'Colors taking a walk into dark alleys'
I truly admire the way you juggle than hold words in a safe, firm hold.
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