instant

instant

on the stairs
footsteps
in the stable
horses whinnied

and I forgot
colours of the
rainbow
but only for -- an instant

they are still there
in another mind
no longer mine
-- only for an instant.

vcp

2 February 2016




Poetry by Victor
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Written on 2016-02-03 at 02:16

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There is so much mystery in this poem. Talk about obscure.
Knowing your taste for the dark, and mine,my mind can see the grim reaper coming up those stairs. It's obscure and very intriguing.
Ashe
2016-02-06