Folded Hues

Folded Hues

A Poem by Wolfwind

Caged upon thorns of dried wisteria

Rasping at the game of a deer

Undying of the soul, a cascade of night

Undetermined solicitation

 

Gilded wings taking sloth like sweeps

Granting the momentum, in negative time

Flaying the mind, a drum beats; vanquished

Facilitated under the hot sun

 

Freed, the snare of a taut pelt stings

Tolling the trades, a vaporous indignation

Dyeing the untrained pandemonium, colors twisted

Contrived among the shivering mud

 

Boiled in the stew of yesterdays crumbs

Harping of dandier days, long since passed

Flying upon a swallow’s first fallen feather

Reminded the trail always grows

 

Never ending

Ceasing

Finalities birth

Upon the spirit of folded hues



© 2013 Wolfwind



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Wolfwind
Wolfwind

Coupeville, WA



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