Another April Poem

A Drift

Everything then was falling apart

and coming together


situations bleeding noiselessly,

the saturation of 

wicking colors

through beige fibers

suddenly impacted by 

metal and glass

screaming to a halt

bodies flying in all directions

trying to land

somewhere soft enough 

to roll into

the next incarnation.

In the background

grey figures moved,

attending churches and barbecues,

raffles and discos,

hot dates and cool mornings,

parallel but distorted

through bubbled lens 

chosen not- entered into not-committed

examining separation

hanging on fringe

dangling jangled with 

every waft of breeze. 

This entry was posted in Abstraction, All part of the process, change, Chaos and Order, Flying and Falling, NaPoWriMo, personal history, poetry and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink.

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