It is a rush—world—
Nothing holds not still above the
Colored creations of memory.
Years in the making the foundations
Sound and solid arise yet
Time bleeds into the framework,
The tumble of tumultuous tints tingeing like
Rainbows bursts of blown out washers –
We don’t forget, but the lines they
Blush against the battery of luminescent life –
We color detail till it all seems dreams,
And the world it circles and it sighs
And we’re rolling in the dyes of little lies
Watching change day by day.
Just beware of
* My submission to the latest One Shoot Sunday Photo Prompt, with that lovely barn/grainery shot provided by one Sean McCormick, a Canadian Photographer that is the focus of my latest interview for One Stop. Great guy, with some truly stunning nature photography…it absolutely breathes with life, history, and all the shadows of memories gone before. Have a look when you get the chance, and check out all the other poets inspired by the prompt!