Blend

Nicholas Browning

 

Specters fleeting in quests for adventure

Glisten down the street,

Their emotional status identified

By the pattering of their feet.

 

Some stride heavy, others soft

Enough to follow in the atmosphere,

Many search throughout the night

While wondering what they're doing there.

 

Mixing paint on a pallete to adjust the color

That's longing for the blank,

Such these restless ghosts peruse

To sort the honest, from the fake.

 

Their cheer has no real direction,

No compass to align its course,

It spreads near, that is all,

Misplaced, yet endorsed.

 

If there's a difference made by ancient lamps

Or by the glee of wind in the form of drift,

The shuffling blends together again

Until all is quiet, in the end.

 

Flickering orbs alight the path

To make beheld the shroud;

Day's shriveled carcass in full bloom

Its hunger yet unavowed,

And despite the warmth upon my back

I refuse to turn around.

  • Author: Nicholas Browning (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 4th, 2021 03:35
  • Comment from author about the poem: People are sometimes separated by what they find comfort in. If you enjoyed the read then I'm glad. As always, thanks for stopping by.
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  • orchidee

    Good write N.

  • L. B. Mek

    so many lines that can be quoted, a clear sign of poetic brevity in a write
    thanks for sharing

    • Nicholas Browning

      Thanks much for the read and comment L. B. Glad you enjoyed.

    • Caring dove

      Really like your words … 🙂 great poem .. engaging , flows really nicely



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