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.
Not sure what Impressionist Poetry is? No problem, Claudia's got you covered. Just read through her excellent feature and you'll be all set to impress.
