PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

recognize it as life

it is nevertheless connected

to death

inert from rippled rings

spreading out

ending without light

colors dye somethings hopeless

than they too must die
once is enough to change positions

an adage of manipulating life
 that uttered a cry

while shading many others

nothing to contrast black

restlessness there in my dark eye

so I looked at the gallery

and I strayed into shadows

there is her picture before I was to be

the one when she was young beautifully

the one before she
left me a poet's hand