I look at my own image
and wonder
at this shady character;
he’s not the one I see everyday
in my own mind’s eye.
I’m a ghost
hovering among spirits
constantly buoyed
by the wind
of their emotions.
– matt at shadow of iris
image
image, a poem
lines
Lines
written across a divide
that seeps into eternity
and holds me there
entranced
until the end.
Words
awakening spirits
that call me out
and tell me
what I should have known
all along.
Tiny little flowers
shivering in the wind
and little insects
scattering
at the first drop of rain
as it crashes
on to the tiny leaves
of a thirsty
four leaf clover.
– matt at shadow of iris
lines
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