Another thing penetrates
The space of shadows.
What was it this time? A stone
Angering for air? A baseball
Finding its own distance?
Doesn’t matter. There is more
Glass stuck inside now,
Letting the sun intrude.
Walls still cling to a peace
Wandering with darkened breath
However. There are no frames,
No toys, no cups for a hand to find
itself. There are just stirrings
Suspended in the corners,
Webs with no clear architecture.
Written for Eugi’s Weekly Prompt.
Photo courtesy of Elias Schupmann on Unsplash
Very moving. I like it.
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Thank you!
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Mind-stirring piece and brilliantly written. The last line is stunning. Thank you for participating.
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Thanks!
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Melancholic musings. Loved the piece.
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Thank you. “Melancholic musings” is my middle name.
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