Black and grey
In dreams
time's melodic strings
plucked,
eggs hold the fates
strung to the fantasies
that swirl
the realities that beckon
pushed
by the pencils that
tic toc- toc tic
blur the imagination
the unchanging face
four thirty, five forty,
just a baster for the time in dreams
where life melts away
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
ENJOY
JL&B
Another great poem as usual. I just wish I had half the talent as you.. Susie
ReplyDeleteThat is amazing poem that would stand alone without the picture. What a beautiful poem to go along with the art work. You are amazing JL.
ReplyDeleteBlessings
Maybe our dreams are real and life is but a dream? Enjoyed your 55 very much!
ReplyDeleteThanks everyone, I tried to post it yesterday but my service went south again !
ReplyDeleteYou're so good at taking inspiration from art and turning it into poetry. Lovely!
ReplyDeleteMad Kane