I give my eyes to the stairs as I ascend,
They seem not to be steps, steps, steps, steps,
But one sheet of inclined metal
Willing me to misplace my left foot and slip.
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you're not alone, mark, thats what you once told me now im returning the favour. im sorry if what you said about your brother and fam is true, so so sorry. i enjoyed reading this poem so much mark, never give up and you'll go very far! xxx
I like the abstract portrait feel of this. I would love to see the world through your eyes for a day, I love how everyone can view the same world differently. Which is why I love art and artists, they are courageous enough to show everyone what they see. Intriguing as always Mark. I was caught by the second verse in particular and the line 'diluted with a cup of pinkish humour', very whimsical.
the sun cremates itself - night, night. good write. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
Dark......................................... BB: O(