vigilant eyes
draw the shapes of man.
coal on paper
black to white –
a wide range;
don’t we all
fit in there
somewhere?
there are still
pages
left to turn
in the old and worn
sketchbook of humanity.
vigilant eyes
draw the shapes of man.
coal on paper
black to white –
a wide range;
don’t we all
fit in there
somewhere?
there are still
pages
left to turn
in the old and worn
sketchbook of humanity.
Fascinating poem. I like your metaphors.:)
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