if you laugh and say
giants are only from fairytales,
you have never imagined
what it is to be an ant
looking up at you.
if you laugh and say
little elves are only myths,
you have never imagined
what it is to be a tall oak tree
looking down at you…
beauty is in the eye of the beholder
but i find beauty in everything
silver hues, rainbows refracted
all the textures, the feel
the rusted hinges in the corner
as lovely as red desert sand
two-toned twilight
the sun playing at the edge of darkness
softens the world
brings new hope
there was light,
there was light
even in the darkest room
there was light in my eye.
This is 1/unknown of an experimental series of poetry/prose. The rules are no rules. There is no theme, only that they are all random and spontaneous and miscellaneous and nonsensical and perhaps unfiltered thoughts. These are my sundry sentiments.
