I love the challenge
of going nowhere
just to feel like me
free of expectations,
under the non-judgemental tree.
Are there dangers lurking in there
Predators poised to attack?
I’m sure they’ll run for cover.
A strange smell, the formless eyes
an aura in an unseen color
looking for a watery mirror.
I hope to find myself somewhere
in the anonymity of the jungle,
in the nothingness of existence.
It takes a blank page
to feel the pressure of the pen
and be legible, to an uncolored lens.
Inspired by Sammi Cox at
2 thoughts on “The uncolored lens”
Thanks for joining in with the weekend writing prompt. This is such a lovely poem. The opening lines are fantastic “I love the challenge / of going nowhere”. Have a great weekend 🙂
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