Paper. Accosted. Risen out from reach
The current flows as events spiral still above
The once proud oak, still noble but now harassed
By “simpler things.”
The pig flesh boils in a chaotic bath of oily composite
Milk spills unto still splotched decanters that
Pour quick and calm, into stems stained green,
Washing down the freshly charred…now, crispier than it’s ever been
Acidic scowls overflow. Rise the gullet…sear the throat
Hacking ciphers unto words. morse(l) code(s) collide(d)
Forever tainting the taste of touch. Ever altering the emotions
Found in another’s touch. Paint spilt imaging blends to stir the ocular
Doors shut quiet, yet sounding out aloud, lost birds chirp sweet and low, while never truly finding an individualization of song. Fluttering in the rain, a magnificent elder tree is not necessarily the safest branch under the sun.
Pronouncements, through incessant vibrations, emanate from mostly hollowed hills, concealed, like all their secrets buried under, down within—like chasms containing untold tales—readily reemerging, but only when adaptation can be readily understood by all facets of man
Over at D'Verse, for Meeting The Bar, Claudia is leading a poetic exploration into impressionist poetry. Stop on by, read the interesting topics the poets have explored and while you're there, why not try your own hand at some impressionist poetry and then share it with the other poets at D'Verse.
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