Poet Tellaferro Poet Free verse

Pale

On horizons rim, color is in-between emblazon upon 

the images stark deep as optic nerves crack 

crooked is the hand, hard n deep red running, still rain 

falling in disregard standing in the aftermath 

still not understanding as I linger in-between 

what is seen unknown and emblazon upon 

the moment inscribed in my memory, my mind 

in regards to the light, lingering, something drifting 

in and out of sight, as the rain is still falling 

in silent disregard as my flesh n bone, fail…

A figured shadow on stone 

I wonder cold alone…

Pale

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Howard Kerr March 25, 2022 at 11:47 PM A profound statement, an evocative emotional epic which challenges the reader. Well done Poet Tellaferro Howard Poet Tellaferro March 26, 2022 at 7:43 AM Thanks, I appreciate you grand musings. My humility feels honored (a very rare occurrence) and I feel undeserving of such a nice comments but thank you again so much for your kind words, sir, I am humbly in your debt of appraise. I look forward in reading more of your fine work soon! I feel like you are one of the few on here that connects. I am all ways looking of unique work as opposed to the Ho-Humm cutter I see a lot of on here! Thanks again!