{honest context}

{honest context}

i blended myself into one color,

of the imminent intersecting reality of beauty and pain,

howbeit, as time would tell,

i was left to dry up on the palette,

to ruminate on why they won’t push pause for you,

burn it to flames i can’t take anymore;

my poems aren’t a cry for help,

merely playing with perspective.

–e.l. jayne

2 Comments Add yours

Susan Jayne says:

…. playing with perspective….🧡🧡🧡

Hamish says:

I feel like I’m following a story with many twists and turns as I read each one. Thank you for sharing each creative creation. 😊

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