discontinuity

a blank sheet

full of bullet holes

 

with no longer enough fabric

to even catch the wind--

 

some places

where light and shadow

once reflected,

 

now, are disappeared

into dull empty space

 

and blackened frames of

still-fixed time.

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◄ chalk one up

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Comments

elPintor

Sat 15th Apr 2017 00:55

Just my version of someone deciding to become very small just a little too late...

Thanks all for reading and I hope to keep reading more from each of you.

elP

ps
..can't resist the urge to look up more about Wyeth...

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raypool

Thu 13th Apr 2017 13:10

Strangely unsettling and pictorial , a vapour of thought made real by poetic skill, elP.

Ray

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Martin Elder

Thu 13th Apr 2017 09:39

I love 'a blank sheet full of bullet holes' in particular what a great poem elp

<Deleted User> (13762)

Thu 13th Apr 2017 08:45

like stepping into an Andrew Wyeth painting - with no longer enough fabric to even catch the wind.

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