
this gap in time
a space. between
soft greys and
coming greens
a time to
change. pace
and watch a snail
trail on a square
window pane
a blur of dulled
consciousness
from pain meds
mirroring
condensation
on mid winter
dawn’s triple
glazed thrall
I love the connection between the poem and the picture. It is like the slow-moving rainy day I’m having.
Thanks, I am generally a very visual person, and painting is my first love. I’m fairly new to writing, well, at least writing poetry! A lot of what I write is triggered by what I see 💚 yes, it definitely has the feel of a slow moving (maybe even snail pace) rainy day to me too 💚 thanks again