pasted to a waiting wall
the transitory day
unveils a black and
white portrait life
spoken in conversable lines
spectators behold
the one-act play
staged in passing promenade
cushioned concrete steps
another day transpires
rushing clouds commence
a drizzling rain pours
erasing thoughtful clarity
Michelle’s Monday Mural prompt
photo: swoon in the wild, swoon, flickr
really enjoyed this artist, michelle, found some info on the web…
Swoon’s interactive art and another site swoon2
Piece of Pie ala Mode 
What a lovely rolling poem, rhythm and sounds and a subtle idea, transient art being in everything. Full tone and luscious to read out loud too. Very cool.
…behold a one-act play. Very good.
Wow, really depressing… there is this sense of invisibility, insignificance… loss
Very powerful! Great post!
Very nice poem. I love the other sites you found too. I think Swoon is an incredible artist. Thanks for sharing your poem. Have a nice day.
ooooh, just love how you use your words, your subtleness of thoughts