Visionary Poem by Shirley Harrison

Visionary

I read with fear

yet I vision such deep beauty

a contrast sometimes

invisible to the eyes and heart

with a rumbling of sarcasm

I do not fear life itself

I simply fear the lines of each page

yet to come.

Visionary
Tuesday, April 2, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: fear
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