Anonymous
Karyn Indursky
Wandering thoughts crunch gravel. Crumbled
gravel turns to paper. Paper etched footprints
are blue prints for upcoming inspiration. Inspiration
strikes like crackling bolts of thunder. Bolts of
thunder thud against the door of motivation
until snapped twigs write in the dirt. Dirt smudges
once clean emotions. Emotions wash away
disguises used for armored. Armor
is nothing when battling poetry. Poetry shines
beneath an eclipsed moon. Shield your eyes.