Friday, January 17, 2014


Insubstantial, variegated
Shadow players
Transforming what we speak
Into patterns
Motifs of memories

Inflected worms
Blighting, withering
The budding soul
Or wormy chrysalides
Birthing magnificence

Paint brushes
We use to paint
The memories
Of our soul

And painting words on words
We fill the abstracts
Of our lives
Hoping to give them shape
And some meaning

We must stand back
To see in variegated shadows
The motifs
In the abstract pattern
Of our life

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