Freedom

my onyx howl

settles upon her feathery

heliotrope soul

and  soars moonward

on splatter-painted shoots

of wild flower laughter.

 

for a microscopic moment,

I am Freedom.

 

ticks of time can’t suck me dry,

leagues of space can't envelope my mind,

sugary light can’t crack my eyes,

and make me see the Truth.

 

strange to exist

on the wide open absence

in pale meaningless floods,

but, only to live

in the hairline fractures

that separate one

ache from the next

in small inky dribbles.

 

I am but a broken vessel,

her poetry oozes through

the faultlines.

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

WOW!