Pulled back black, silky sweet
a hunger grows forth red,
pouting words, imagery defined
blotting out the sun.
Benevolence shown, reaching me
touching scars, old and cracked--
healing all things, many things
hidden beneath life’s ocean deep.
Shed no tears for me,
as I am a wreck, lost yet free
telling untrue fact,
listless within my own dark vanity.
It is in the forest, dark and cold
we seek the Trillium, alone in its bed
hungering and thirsting for love
finding none yet three.
I feel you, I hear you
much like a rainbow, vivid and clear
waiting for the day it fades away,
as the sunshine warms my face.
Picture challenges can be difficult yet it can direct the subject matter in a way that stirs up the “stuff” at the bottom of the can, like a paint can. Once mixing the bottom pigment the full color comes to life and the end result is the desired shade intended. This was interesting to write.
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