Often ashamed to look in the eye
my iris trails
beyond valley of blues
gulps orchids dipped in spotlight
Drunken curtains somber in guise
frown on my lids
shut in mediocrity defined
Cushioned drapes
overcast chasms
flutter like fluorescent fireflies
dipped in dark and aura
Comments3
Brilliant!
Thanks again!
A stunningly good use of metaphor - I love those drunken curtains in the linguistic delight of your second stanza.
Glad you loved it
Absolutely splendid .. Neville
Oh ya just a figment of my imagination
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