poetry .2.

[motcon]

prominent fingers of trees
a frail ochre fragility
envelop the moon

on grounds of passion
orange leaves dilate
the eminence of sundials at night

whales whisper gentle
a far off distance
from which i have traveled

i am alone here
behind a shroud of elements
and beginnings

this is the one moment
to which i have evolved
it is indelibly brushed

i shall lie in fields of nettle
delicately close my eyes
and prosper behind eyelids
tranquil and still

 

[koda-46]

lol...... ??

 

[motcon]

lol...... ??

you are quite the elaborate one, you.