The Shades of Clay
Time is trembling.
Among the many colors of clay,
and journeys.
Through life's caverns,
everyone is equal
with fervent longing.
And then there's the temptation.
The woodland is densely forested,
all the details
There are acceptable and prohibited options,
on the exposed line.
The truth has fallen.
To stretch,
near the source rivers,
and then to twist enough.
There was a loud whistling rustling.
Nobody loves it when it happens.
Discover tales that have been dispersed,
a lot of water
I inquired under the bridge.
And swept it away with its
suffocating muck.
Poor habits, hanging norms.
On the tribe's backbone,
and the questions remain.
I'm torn between tears of answers and crush.
All the birds and butterflies.
Flying,
Is it just a fear of heights?
Or is it the fear of falling?
dwell inside us to crush us
I'm feeling guilt and absence.
Confine the space magnificently
to exclaim.
In the face of heinous wickedness.
1st place contest winner
Written: August 8, 2021
A Brian Strand you choose Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
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