Words on Wednesday
Just a little poetry for your Wednesday...
I am a huge fan of the prompts provided by the lovely people over at Writer's Digest and try to participate in their weekly poetry prompt as often as I can. This poem came from today's prompt regarding patchwork.
Early Afternoon
There is a patch of light,
liquid gold spun from
the front door.
the front door.
It crawls across the floor-
an underscore
of spilled moments.
an underscore
of spilled moments.
The rusted color
of reticent dust,
of reticent dust,
stains retained.
Somehow, the sky
seems less certain
behind the curtain,
seems less certain
behind the curtain,
but not here,
in this patch of light-
playwright of mid-afternoon.
in this patch of light-
playwright of mid-afternoon.
I stare down the
curve-
apple cider surface-
and the nerve of question marks
apple cider surface-
and the nerve of question marks
embark on the unspoken
answers, broken shadows
growing tall.
answers, broken shadows
growing tall.
The truth is on the walls;
changeling space,
bathing bronze.
changeling space,
bathing bronze.
I long to touch
the patch of light;
it absconds.
the patch of light;
it absconds.
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