Poetry

drowning dry

saturday scribes this week’s theme: underground, and  words: surface, gasoline, entering, lens; read write image no 15, photo: sunset by MorBCN

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another place to wander
visiting hours between forever
no one knows the way

entering the portal
eyes always open
a clear one inch lens
confesses colored rainbows

barefoot is an option
the surface feels a thousand
tiny grains of prickly sand

gasoline puddles
darkened obscurity
mirroring magic
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4 thoughts on “drowning dry

  1. I feel like a picnic is in order with this poem. Let’s pack the bags because I’m ready to join you in some fun. Well done. Have a nice night.

    Oh! I also loved: gasoline puddles. Excellent imagery.

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