Guiding Hands Initially Falter

An ode to inspiration

Guiding hands initially falter

then soon begin to retake shape

gliding over angry facets

sensually triggered points

Red wine satin folds and flowers

fingerprints of blue and blonde

rolling cautiously with style

mostly paraphrasing verse

Shaking pair of palm trees comfort

syllables of burning sleep

chance upon a burden bearing

just fulfilling tranquil wake

Crying truth with still tradition

restless then are covenants

edgy ovals spark such fierceness

crimson bark spreads spiderlike

Magnets light upon the framework

born of caverns fraught with swans

dominoes directly hailing

mark the planet's brethren

Tea of longing tipped auspicious

murky tunnels on and on

trafficking in purpose dwindling

sending salt to shameful stones

Instances of brick laid walkways

abruptly sung by ghosts at dawn

clear cut thievery runs even

fields of soap in righteousness

Patterns shuffled thrice with glamour

building mountains like a fox

carefully induced through laughter

mystery just nearly set

Now ashes slide down palaces

wings have ended in the fall

claiming their immortal instincts

gilded hands no longer fail

Author's Note

The words literally entered my mind and I let it control my hand
This photo is one of the few displayed that I actually did not take

Reviews

[Vertigoingnowhere]

wow this is amazing very nicely done! :) mind taking a look at some of my work? thanks :)

[Audrey Howitt]

This is really wonderful. I love the flow. Your mind was in a creative, free place. And we are the recipients. Thank you.