A Parchment Bare


I’m wanting for nothing but parchment bare
Awaiting the touch of the rhyme
The pallet in shades of colors so rare
The hour glass pauses in time

What is there left in life tween the seasons
Where everything seems black and white
Looking beyond conventional reason
Where shadows can dance in the night

While dawn paints her portrait of night into day
With Terra adorned by the muse
Poetry lingers in depths of the mind
From wisdom on soles of my shoes



Copyright © 2017


6 thoughts on “A Parchment Bare

  1. I love nothing but bare parchment.. That blank page to begin anew… To write ones thoughts, to create visions with words.. Which is what you do so beautifully Michael.. Never lose those poetic Seasons that you share so well.. 🙂
    Love and Blessings
    Sue ❤


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