Kim Van Breda Poet Rhyme

Prelude

PRELUDE

I am in the valley of rocks
as the sinister cloud mocks
 
melancholy tinges of sunset
seals dry eyes fulfillment 
 
the paint looks sultry on walls
echoing pastel faint calls
 
no one will understand me
even leaves think I'm a tree
 
neural statements wishing to
quicken the stamina I 
have forgotten
to 
own

and
flowers hardly regard me
at 
all
 
PRELUDE
to a major
disaster



© Kim van Breda—18 December 2014

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