Saturday, January 19, 2013

translucent














sometimes ....
when one is not looking, not paying close enough attention
a shift occurs ...
a shift in the earth beneath your feet
a shift in the focus & light gleaning into the circus kaleidoscope ....
the colors mute and bleed, leaving one
less full .
shapes can not be determined, purple becomes blue becomes green becomes
grey.
puzzling .....
over the events that could crash about one in puddles & shards of emptiness
the fog rolls in cold & hollow - veiling the light
the indigo bubbles fail to rise and your soul is left
in a labyrinth of regret & desire
circling as a thin, grey wolf 
would hunt
solitary & famished
empty
how does one keep striving in the shift ?
how does one believe in the power of .... love?
darkness suckles on the wound in the soul
and yet ..... there is a smell .......
a smell of earth & moistness
of something alive and new .....
really ?
or is it merely another trick of the kaleidoscope ?
shake it.
hard
close your eyes and listen ....


there.

2 comments:

  1. Love this... "darkness suckles on the wound in the soul" just great! love it!
    DiAnne

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  2. Thought-provoking as always. Beautiful!

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