Weightless, I walked
By Francis Scudellari
Weightless, I walked
Impatient through
This darkly steep,
Thorn-rapt thicket
With each step, passed
Over careless
A world of wrongs
Un-lived, never
Committed, just
Imagined but
Razor-sharp when
Limned, they bled me
Till ghostly, grey
Leaving, no mark,
Only a faint
Memory of
Pale words spoken
To, for no-one
4 comments:
How could you be "weightless", you write such beautiful poetry. It would be wonderful to have them all together in a book. Wouldn't you agree?
jenaisle madea good point I think a book with all your poetry and art would be outstanding..:)
@Jena The weightlessness has to do with a lack of attachments. At other times I feel too weighty. But there's also a pun on the second line's "impatience". A book is a good idea. I'm waiting until I hit 100 poems, which should be soon.
@Confused Thanks. I'm happier with the poetry than the art right now. I think I need to get a little more training, and possibly try some different mediums.
Hauntingly beautiful,
Peace to you friend, M
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