Poet Commentaries

Out of Darkness

(picture is not mine and I could not get credit….)

once dawn is drawn
out of the ink
its put back again

The brush wicks out
from puddle dark
retrieved primary.
Now laden bristles
so full of bright,
brimmed to tears,
shakes off shekinah
and splashes joy
all over nothing;

washing off
in canvas understory;
shooting stars
into the sky,
and pinning
leaves on trees.

The brush giggles
and leaves
negative space;
a path clear for
all things muddled.

out of pure ebony
at the end of nothing
two silhouettes stand
full of rainbows
carrying an umbrella


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