PhotographA Poem by getinthecarpleaseAnonymous begets a chapter for dreary winter days which we’ll contemplate then clamor in the maze of all encompassing wavelengths of despondence over mattress coffins, where apprehension lays. We’re moulding a chamber for darkness to retire over vacant pages to the lonesome candle spire. Author draws a quote for the wavering banner hung from dusty rafters in a forsaken country manor as majesty returns in forlorn animation through fractured ceilings and maplewood floors. We’re folding the panel on a pallid April tomb from the ice-floe puzzle to the waking vernal bloom. Artist traces lines of the fragmented lily row with petals resting on the brick planter below as a baffled audience spots misery on the canvas perhaps the watercolors are reflecting our sadness. We’re holding a photograph of selves we once knew sprawled on dawn-clad hills in soft summer dew. © 2019 getinthecarpleaseReviews
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