Pebbles On The Surface Poem by Madrason .

Pebbles On The Surface



Oh ye pale life
without shadows, without flaws
like a peach with a will of its own
bewildered by its imagery....
trying to contrive
like a sloth holding on to its claws
growing in to that surface unknown
bewildered by what it can't see
or what it just might come to be. M

Sunday, September 13, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: existence
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Madrason .

Madrason .

waalwijk netherlands
Close
Error Success