August 19, 2019Poem
Painted ghosts
naturetimesolitude
Painted ghosts
Linger
In the corner
Tall ships
Float on water
Nothing is real
In the periphery
Of my imagination
Where trolls
Protect themselves
From discovery
By hiding under beds
A kingdom of dust
The colour of rust
Are they just as scared
As me
How would I know
When we never speak
What were the words
I last said
That needed any answer
They still hang
Frozen in time
Black crows
On an old clothesline
Make a mockery
Of silence
Even spiders spin
In time to it
What do they know
Of conversation
When all they have
To listen for
Is the sound
Of good vibrations.
Perhaps that
Is all we need
If I plant a seed
Given time
It might grow
Into a sunflower