Fraying the Edges

Watch The Poem Falls

All rules dismissed

Photo by Jr Korpa on Unsplash

in the midst of somewhere (or nowhere)
flavors of blue taste like yesterday
where whispers cling to dew on grass
a fox — no, a song — slips through the cracks of dawn

sky folds under the weight of a sun
setting into the sea, or is it rising from the earth’s core
a canvas splashed with reckless strokes
(they said it was a dream but dreams are too lucid here)

silent cacophony, a parade of mismatched footsteps
clouds wearing the ocean’s scent
crisp like autumn, though trees are budding backward
and flowers bloom in shades of forgotten whispers

time pauses here — a hiccup in the universe’s breath
where seconds melt like wax
across the cold face of an unused clock
tick, tock, (stop)

is the mountain just an echo of the moon’s unspoken thoughts
maybe shadows speak louder than light
but no one pauses to listen
to the stars dripping onto sidewalks, pooling into stories