THE LOST SONG

The Lost Song

The language of unsaying

captivates the soul—

secret codes and phrases

bound in nature’s scroll.

 

Convoluted messages

elude the human mind.

Beginningless—it ends,

lost to all mankind.

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© Angela Trumble 2012 A Literary Artist’s Music

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THE PINK THEREAFTER

The Pink Thereafter

 

Sea-kissed mornings brimming with ballooning reflections magnify a twisted sanguine complexion; enhanced scars exhibiting years of climatic change peek shyly from beneath the shedding layers. Whispering, a soft breeze dances to the repetitive songs of the chickadee—black caps waltzing in perfect unison.   “Private” markers adorning man-made perfection heighten loneliness within; as oily straitjackets confining pages of imagination— lay dripping.  Abandoned, a mechanical tail sways jerkily from beneath the window sill; yearning eyes scan the horizon— broken lungs burning with desire.   Pink ribbons clutching breastless hearts—race for a cure.

What mysteries lay behind the guarded gates, as an angel sits—peacefully waiting?

© Angela Trumble 2012 A Literary Artist’s Music