From here to there

[KathrynMartin]

fluid
flighty, wafting into words and order
I feel the reach, from noun to verb
and nothing
becomes I
by deft strokes - and
color grows from barren dust
glinting in darkness and being moves
to Be
fragrance blows when I rush
along the thin grey rope spanned across
eternity; the rod of enterprise a balance
against the wave of time
solid

 

[bronzeage]

Thank you for this.

 

[butters]

absolutely lovely read

 

[KathrynMartin]

Thank you for your feedback

 

[KlaytonFrost]

Wonderful use of language, very fluid. Put me in the mind of a kind of desert environment, whether physical or metaphorical though it's hard to say.

 

[KathrynMartin]

Phase transition, in the desert of the mind when suffering becomes action.