
8x12 acrylic, plywood by MCS
A woman trapped
in a dream
of mist
and rushing
water
Current so strong
it pulls her in under the
rushing waters
where all is
black
Struggle to surface
current so strong
black watery grave
lungs burning on
fire
She surfaces
in time to see
the drop, the rocks
she gasps, she
wakes
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Comments
lovely poem
rated with love
r
as must have been the nightmare.
they can be refined and elegant
as well, i have found, for they
paint a living world
mirroring the
neuronal storms that pass by............