Shadows

I rest in a painting of twilight muted in the solar tones of absent light revealing vague and softly spoken shapes of sculpted silhouettes held vacant in its obscurity in this portrait of contrasting verity where age has no value and depth is transcendent absent of dimension In this flat portrait not of day or night where mantles of phantoms sway like soft black velvety feathers in gusting atmospheric motion unveiling our psyche with premonition absorbing the promenade of forms eliciting the unknown like an inquisition of undefinable secrecy As an allegory of languishing butterflies hyaline outlines of transparent motion shift the curtain of the unknown chasing the light of curiosity flittering symbols dance as disappearing brush strokes on a colorless blank canvas a dark illumination striking a cadence of timelessness Rewrittten: November 30, 2020 Un-Rhy-Me Poetry Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand