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Clay Palette
Lies come in too many colors,
blue is green and green is blue…
They all run together in the dark.
Maybe I’m just color blind.
Rock-a-bye beneath the pines,
too dark to hang a moon.
Never grows a branch of lies,
sacred places heal the wounds.
Wise old owl and his
naked, bottomless question
with too many answers…
I have questions too
blue is green and green is blue…
They all run together in the dark.
Maybe I’m just color blind.
Rock-a-bye beneath the pines,
too dark to hang a moon.
Never grows a branch of lies,
sacred places heal the wounds.
Wise old owl and his
naked, bottomless question
with too many answers…
I have questions too
Published 2nd Jun 2022
Author's Note
Artwork by Reivax LA PENSEUSE (2014)
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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2nd Jun 2022 12:24pm
4th Jun 2022 9:17am
It's always so good to be back,
to see familiar faces,
thank you for being one of them
to see familiar faces,
thank you for being one of them
2nd Jun 2022 6:46pm
4th Jun 2022 9:19am
If that day should come,
I'll hold on extra tight.
Always nice to see you
wandering through,
thanks for stopping
I'll hold on extra tight.
Always nice to see you
wandering through,
thanks for stopping
6th Jun 2022 11:51pm
Hello there
This is stunningly written. It’s tender in its observations of vulnerability - how we all have that bare, naked place in us that craves questions when everything around us is lost.
The picture portrayed here is one very much of introspection into the self. I really enjoyed this piece.
Thank you for sharing
-M
This is stunningly written. It’s tender in its observations of vulnerability - how we all have that bare, naked place in us that craves questions when everything around us is lost.
The picture portrayed here is one very much of introspection into the self. I really enjoyed this piece.
Thank you for sharing
-M
