Penultimate

I

don’t know

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

I know

now

~~~~~

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #149

A-Z Challenge Day#8: H

Today tried a Structural Poem.


Featured Image: Death of Casagemas by Pablo Picasso

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