Poem Blog 37 - Painting With Words
Kylesku It's a privilege to be here at Kylesku where swathes of sunset caress the blue on the edge of time where serenity glows under northern skies where nobody goes a living promise of peace and sanctuary midst sparkling sunlight where poets are meant to be in pockets of time where memories are made when all of your sad thoughts glide into the shade where aspirin bottle clouds roll in wandering bands over island mountains that cannot hold hands where meandering burns forge their way through the gorse as time gilds its crafty frame and all things run their course. Strontian Go and build up the dam and constrain your pride if you don't it will be a terrrifying ride the setting sun is beyond our control and the devil is always on shore patrol you can't tame a waterfall rainbows defracted in droplets so pure when your world turns dark you still can endure maybe not possible to hold back the tears over pain built up over so many years you can't tame a waterfall plunging i...