Thursday, March 31, 2016

Kit Kelen #90 - let them come

let them come

weather irrelevant
because they have the shape of it
and settle day ending

the trees of never a height arrived
the clouds among us
still never close

even breathing in the mist
we're green grass
blood sings through

I make a habit of this
sky up there for every mood
you couldn't call a quitter

it's just this one world
where we walk
we're the only ones who know

the gods are very far

1 comment:

  1. The images are just fascinating, Kit. I have imagined them a small part of a bigger image, am I right? I think of maps, or creatures under a microscope, so many things, and then clouds because of the poem. Enjoying the poems and paintings together a great deal.


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