Thoughts slip through the shifting sand
They falter as they slither passed
A lit canteen of angel dust
Burned bright before this age of rust
Flickering then slowly tamed
Oblivious to counter claims
The magistrate that finally came
Dimmed the eternal flame
Stranded in the wide open
With fields of pasture still sowed in.
Where dull blades toil in the rough
Of dry rain weather barbered scruff
Broad intentions float vague hints
In subtle gusts of cold headwind
That rattle off a weathered flint
Won’t crumble dusty old footprints
Ash of memories waned threadbare
Now suffocate in musty dares
They list without a stewards hand
Returned to dust between the sand
To fill the wide open nowhere land …
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Photo: Existential Earache
and composition: Wide Open Nowhere by Jeffrey A. Boyer
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Loved this
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Beautifully haunting..this,darling.
Absolutely love.
..a vague veil of lost..
once stirred..now settled..
though hint of gently blown..
a kiss,now reawakened 💋
Thank you, Love. This one is special to me 🙂
Yes,..I understand,dear.🌹
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Oh, beautiful!!
Many thanks to you!
Beautiful image!
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It was my pleasure to read 🙂