Sun projects giant leafy spider
shadow on mottled concrete
Through misty gray transparency;
northwest field hidden nearly
As wild orchids fade, dark
beings everywhere creeping
Tear in the screen
like a fish, leaping
Painted dolphin on the door,
sparkling, holding fast
I find and lose lamellas of myself;
while the path I once began,
perhaps it never existed.
Author notes
"It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by." - Vita Sackville-West
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Comments
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I like this, and i too learnt a new word. Its been a good day.
A very intellectual read, thank you
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Very beautiful and educational. As I looked up: lamellas, I smiled and said I learned something new.
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