A
thought
alone
and unique
among so many
in the collective consciousness
loses faith in itself--swallowed by the sheer volume
and depth of other cognizance.
Its creative spark
slowly dims,
sputters
and
dies.
Haiku [untitled]
Winter and the cold snow bring the dark-eyed juncos. My heart, full, watches.
-
Today's color: White GISH Starchy shrapnel covers the cutting board-- evidence of a warped mind driven to carve a couch ...
No comments:
Post a Comment