By Francis ScudellariEach line limned, mood rounded,
Colored fabric draped on
Nude isms, skeletal
Thought ... Strips off bits of flesh,
Muscle from bone
Leaving …
Each word formed, syllable
Arranged, sight stacked to reach
High truths distant, spotted ...
Deconstructs memories,
Dissects my mind
Leaving …
Each letter inked, fluid
Flowing, point to curve, closed
Circle, drawn essence ... Cuts
Open, bleeds me ever
Black leaches, vain
Leaving …
Nothing just, Ideas
6 comments:
Oh my you are just oozing and overflowing with creativity these days. And, I for one am enjoying it!!
~jackie
Nice job.
The flow is great! ...and love the artwork.
~JD
Thanks so much Jackie. I'm never sure what connects with readers. It's good to know you're hanging in there with me :).
Thanks as always JD. I'm aspiring to be as prolific as you!
Prolific? :-) You might burn out. I certainly feel like I am. You have a wonderful talent. Start looking seriously into getting published.
~JD
Thanks JD. That means a lot to me. I've been mulling that very thing lately, but I need to do some research about where/how to get published. I have no idea where to even start.
I've been putting up a good amount of stuff, but I can definitely dedicate more time to it. I think part of me is a little hesitant to immerse myself the way I should. There's no time like the present.
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