Kim Van Breda Poet Free verse

Overshadowed

OVERSHADOWED

I was not ready as the
white clouds over
shadowed
rearing up and
dragging
me in four directions
north south east west

there are too many colors
too many detoured
directions
I am still . Is this the 
calm before the storm?

I talk...
to myself set
apart from the stark
reality of
mountains and contours

old wounds will close
valleys will cry
out their healing
heights.  Happy little
lambs that are pure
and innocent again

washed by His blood
overshadowed 
shame

as the vain 
narcissus
open innocent
white faces in
the vineyards
of a fruitless
life




© Kim van Breda - 23 November 2015

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