Tonal and blatant, a victim to the blind.
Where is the color…so wise, so deep?
Where is the color…so kind?
I search for vibrant signs.
Bland and distant,
a pillaged village is what I find.
A river will rise and bergs of ice will sink.
Leaving in it’s wake…visions less distinct.
A sky so blue discolored by sight.
‘What of the permanent anchor? To the weight, we all must bear! The cloaked mystery of our destiny? No matter how rural a thought! Sameness, be the only play on words…
Defining moments! Infinity, obscured. When color becomes that which is not blurred!’
Caught the eye of a stray color…
Had to hold down the thought.
Put a handle to the feel.
What of this homeless rainbow fray?
Is it the recurring nightmare that calls to be heard?
To be written down frantically?
As thou, it were a spy?
A matter of…
do or die!
Those drawn to flowery phases?
Some of the
to ever taste.
Defining the art of humans
A restless fisherman
both dangling out in the cold.
Relocated visions that have no home.
Welfare of many out in the woods.
Each of which…
rummaging around under mother nature’s hood.
I wonder how a colorless weight must feel?
Lost in hectic, translation.
It must lose some conformed appeal.