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The Lonesome Road | Poetry

The Color of Creation: Photography by KJH Cardinalis





To-day. To-wit.

Blue-on-gray-on-blue.

The sway of the world.

Slow. Cumbersome.

Indescribably beautiful.

Life hangs everywhere,

turns yellow, red, orange, brown ...

releases from its parent,

floats to the steady-damp earth.


Meaning paints on the blank canvas of meaninglessness.

Heaven laughs. Hell withers.

Memories swirl here and there,

gusting, griping, grumbling,

settling over forgotten furniture.


End of a year: what does it mean?

The chill air hangs on me like a promise.

The road I walk is lonesome and smells of myrtle and pine.

Meaninglessness spray-paints over the masterpiece meaning labored over.

Both laugh and clap each other’s back

before going out for a cup of coffee.





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From Fractalverse: Volume Five

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