Crepuscular nuance rides
narrow gauge; consumptive
curse of vagrant verse
leaves core scraped
and roots raked.
Quotidian drags out grey
doldrum days, till tempus
flees along the breeze.
Filed under Free Verse
Tagged as healing, hurt, time
Deep! I love the choice of worded used to write such a unique piece!
You never fail to inspire me with your poetry, I just love your way be it simple or deep…just beautiful. ‘flees along the breeze’ works so nicely here, I can nearly feel the wind brushing past my cheek.
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