Abstract conversations
extend as dark shadows
in the afternoon sun
where indistinct echoes
sink in stagnant ponds.
Disintegrating visions
brittle as burnt toast
sprout red mushrooms
in magic gardens
from the rotting dust.
Unseen moments
of frightening silence
control fantasies
that linger
like dead autumn leaves.
Oppressive clouds
hover
feverishly yearning
for a new day
to begin.
Beautiful poem! You have managed to capture a feeling with a hint of hope!
Superb Ken, a lovely piece of work.
Thanks Jack. Keep clicking away.
I totlaly relate to this.. well done my Ken… yeah…
My dear Katherine – thank you.
thats choking.
Thanks again Sharma.