I am fog, fazed
With weightless words
Coasting on currents
Weakened by my own candor
I am left as embers
After the char
Floating, still flickering
Blindsided by fire
Disguised as sunshine
Treading dark waters
Searching for one open portal
Where skies meet sea
A quadrille for Victoria’s prompt this week. She asked that our 44 word poem include the word “open”. The doors are wide open at dVerse Poets Pub. Step right in. It’s a wonderful place.
mishunderstood 