Friday, May 19, 2017

This Is Not a Poem

Liquefied silk,
Molten in ribbons,
Adorning the beating,
Wrapping the inconsolable,
A spark in the dark,
A comet missing its mark,
Fractals of light,
Beaming sight,
A fragrant petal
Under the world's plight,
The slumbering unspoken
Alive, but just a token
Of a spectrum unawakened.