Tuesday, March 20, 2018

Visual Poetry Monday: Magnetic Poetry


She beieves
the light
is an illusion.

Open Fields

Night is gathering
the dark,
a sleepy mystery;
immaculate black,

Summer Prelude

Smoke obscures
the fine lines
as sun pierces
a dreary landscape,
kaleidoscope of grass
stretching shadows,

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