A Portrait of Circumstance
The grip
on his crutch
is soiled and worn
on a path
of confusion.
He hobbles
but not
in a way
to move forward.
He is part of a landscape
the open air artist
is painting.
There are lavender shadows
on the backs
of his shoes.
The tips of his fingers,
cerulean blue,
as he reaches
to pull in the sun.
He is telling a story,
acting a parable
were fairness
is a cover of clouds
and milkweed
is blown in the air.
He scribbles on pages
were words
seem too weak,
then talks to his dreams
and learns
that tomorrow
is more
of the same.
Thanks for the post and very nice
Your welcome.
This is deep stuff, I like it a lot and you are inspiring me to write some poetry soon.
It has been too long and yet my thoughts they follow each other as if it was written in advance.
Many thanks, I'd love to read your poem once you get it written.
Hi. @beginningtoend i love your descriptiveness, i mean your imageries descibes items in a way that appeals to the sense of touch and sight.
Its all round amazing thank you, for writing
Thanks so much, I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Anytime. 💝💝💝💝💝
You took me there, I enjoyed this piece. Thank you!