whether I’ll be able
to learn the name of this moment.
The weak light from west forming a pattern
The lattice is the sculptor for this abstract drawing.
The wind that meant to soothe me is breathless and silent
The ants have assemble in a clutter; they’ll soon form a queue to me
I lay. Let my body relax and my breath to be relaxed
The cleft is getting narrower as time
cheat me being insidious.
Death is simple
Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #149
Today tried a Structural Poem.
Featured Image: Death of Casagemas by Pablo Picasso