Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Poetic Asides Wednesday August 31.2011 "out of this world prompt"

Imagining Sanity

Morning rushes
Into her
on a wash of coral
Filling her up
with something akin
To hope
or what she thinks
she remembers
Hope feels like

Just as quickly
as it comes
It is gone
And she mistrusts herself
Knows bleakly
How easily deceived
Her trickster
Mind tends
To lean lost

The world
Fades to shades
Of gray
And the sun falls
From the sky
Tearing hope
From her
Tenuous grasp

Leaving her fingers
Opening and closing
On air too humid
To breathe;
She begins to plan
ways to stop.

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