Poems from moonhands
You are a painter
You may choose a pallet of swirling blue ocean
Perhaps of scalding red and orange
A gentle yellow
A whisper of blue
The...
A wave breaks, it’s foam tendrils a running yolk
It’s deep dark yellow running blue
Swirling and twisting beneath the sun
To escape the...
Phantom hands grasp
When never severed
Reaching, Tearing, Pressing
Few hold long
Many falter
Each leave marks of passing
Which burn
With...