Faces, Found Poetry, Chiasmus‏: Poisoned Pen

Writing 201: Poetry, Day Six — Faces, Found Poetry, Chiasmus‏

Moment and Motion

Poisoned Pen

A lost note found screams, “Murder Most Foul”
There was no Space to Write
Or see your face, Tell me, How’s Your Soul?
History in Black & White

The words Play With Light
Residing In the Future where light plays
On words, they look Big at Night
Like a Force of Nature

Hear a Higher Call
Find Inspiration, go Home
Scale is all, The Bigness of the Small

Seeing Double, lost in Rotation
You Fall from Grace
I find your face for a Moment, but lose it in eMotion

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