Monday, 31 May 2010

Thoughts on Paper

Thoughts on paper
Cast-nets of shadows from my mind.
Dappled and motley.
Silvered and blind.
Coal black the darkest recesses,
ablaze in my fight.
Twisted, matted tresses obscuring my sight.
Where purpose is lost,
crystal evaded.
Haunted by ghosts.
Whirling for clarity traded.