Echo of my wandering spirit…

Drowning in kaleidoscopic hues of colour,                                                  Plunging through suffocating screams of realism
Colour me in paint strokes of crimson blush
and the licked flick of a dandelions wish
kicked to the curb of impressionism
May Cezanne paint the stills of my soul
and Monet the echos of my wandering spirit
So I may inject their portrayal in arsenic
lining the canvas with mercury
till the Mad Hatter stops for tea
and the White Rabbit runs out of time…
But for the storms that rage
rains that cleanse,
washing toxicity from the chaos
so I may spend my days
in monochrome exile.

Karen Hayward ©2018

No claim to image – Cliff Walk at Pourville, 1882 — Claude Monet

One thought on “Echo of my wandering spirit…

  1. It was as always a good read, although som many fancy words got me looking to the dictionary at least half of the poem, yes i am what am i am?

    Forgot. Here you go for another fancy word ¨explenation¨

    Love ya eitherways, thanks for reading my crazy things and sorry that you have to put a comment, no comments from you anymore. I´m just saving people…

    Have a great day Mrs. or Miss. Blossom in the world.


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