In Sight

what i am determined to see,

shapes me,

as drops of rain carve hollows 

in sand

and kiss breathless petals.

.

what tides have i allowed 

to sculpt 

my inner tavern?

how many floods 

have i transformed

with wave interference,

glowing in a shade of gratitude, 

blushing rose in half light?

.

what of me remains

to witness 

the other half  that wanders,

and wonders, 

why the self no longer desires 

that the ego

compose a poem?

.

all that i have inscribed,

unveals a yawning yearning

to become love.

.

Photo: Strawberry flowers

© M.G. Iannucci 2017


 

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