infinite margins
hell bent
side lying
hanging back
lost in the shadows
flowers turn to seed
the grass
lies anemic
either side
of this long yard
both sides cry for rain
i long
to scale
waylaid dreams
marking the way
grace lives at water’s edge
in tears
on cleanse
i fully erase
who I was then
forever free of fencerows
i preferred no puctuation and fence-rowed (starting out small and elongating)formatting for this one. this is part of a picture-to-word challenge i'm doing with gary gebert/blynd-poet and perhaps one other blogger if he takes the dare. the picture for this one by G. Gebert, my words to follow, to which he and the "other" blogger will follow .... first dare, was my pic/followed by everyone's words ... and so on and so forth ...
