UNDESIGNED
Written Four Minutes Ago
was it my autumn leave
or the fall of prickles thneed?
by love dim murmurs a fickle
leaf turned armor
ground it—grounded
or bound by the grind
a grand design for a sleeve
made to fulfill their needs
only then
you may
or I may
feel the sunbeam between trees
taking up space and casting shadows—
revealing another other side...
or a spot where might may rest
but the long time burn demands
ground it—grounded
or bound by the grind
yet my form has freed
from the haste of the autumn leaves
right in time
to meet the
cool ocean breeze
This piece of calm, emotions, and nature is beyond amazing. The depth and texture it carries are so great, and it heals the damage done to the heart by the world. A very thoughtful and evocative piece.
Your talent for playing with words and their meanings is superlative. You're a magician!!!!