Poetry and Rust
scratching the edge
of smooth corners
expressions mix
with breath
reveal truth
of human soul
a language, understood—
colors of life blend
the heart exposed
slips off page
and I cry, laugh and muse
with you, across ink-spotted pages
in the spilling of mottled red
where breath reveals life
where I see mirrors of myself
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I liked to read this, it is a bit deep, makes me think.
Thanks for sharing.
Lovely thoughts — At times I feel a bit rusty !! 🙂
First time here. . . and thankful to read what slips off your page too . . .
nice…very nice poetry…like the textures and esp like that last stanza…the spilling of red and the breath of life…
I love your rust photo! Did you enter it into the photoplay over at the High Calling? And the poem is perfect. I love that repetition of breath…how the oxygen gives us life but creates rust. So interesting.
in the spilling of mottled red
LOVE this.. exquisite. xo