Sky vis-a -vis the horizon
light creeps in...
a new day unravels before these eyes,
the axis of maelstrom...
Peeved- time winnowing unreality_
my limitations...
an entangled-self
Pen unleashing
words that elude me
screaming in silence to the wind
a spongy body, consuming
...the angst...
Can wisdom function in this walled- thought?
...wring the wind! ...
to unform this image of oneself
...to freedom! ...
an unfading color
of the rainbow...
Alice Cuenca
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/be-still-13/
