You are startled by conversation
a leaping deer nimble
over pit-traps
and pauses
The ink has not dried
on the past
we smudge the edges of yesterday
with a careless hand
blurring the truth
to more a more acceptable
script of quasi bullshit
Husks of days
swirling beneath your bare feet
the softcrunch
as each is flattened to make
a pathway
Tread lightly love
lest you crush the morning
I had promised
I am more careful these days
less inclined to gleam unrestrained
I have retrained my aura
to shimmer subdued
3 comments:
you are as bright and shiny as ever though.
Wow! This is a fabulous poem, Chris. So many great lines here.
Some days Moonmaid, some days,not today though, but thankyou mon ami *kisses cheek*
Hiya Sandy, thankyou very much
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