water and ash

We poets

writing our way to our essence

hoping secretly to find the crystal

clear, sharp edged and 

symmetrical solid

but what if our essence is a muddy paste?

an amalgam of elements and textures

unclear where one begins and the other ends

dirty grey and ruined white and moldy green

then what?

not so simple

certainly not what we expected

ambiguous and unappealing

then the challenge is

to love the mucky paste

Reviews

[Sophster300]

I like this :)

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Like this, simple and to the point...xo

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. well said ...
. i sometimes think it is a "mucky, grey, lumpy paste" ...