Occasionally, I write poetry. It’s mostly just exercise for my brain, but why not share it. Enjoy!
Dark greens make clean lines around the bend
In my vision.
Shade-addled blurs of browns,
A little fuzzy around the edges.
If I reach far enough
The ground speaks,
A rumbling teacher who seats me
The light splinters far away,
Refracting parts of a day
That’s finally fading.
The echoes are shrouded in blues and purples,
Pink shaded dusty,
A brief lust ending in a lightning storm
On a horizon still not clarified.
At least that’s real.
The wheel never stops.
It doesn’t matter the angle.
Impact can still shatter
A face set in stone.