is nothing like dragon-
shaped clouds with teeth
shallow as rain;
it’s not formed from vapor
not an elusive wind-carried mist,
a mud-man and shadow
darkly beside me.
is not an illusion,
it’s never my friend but the stalker
with ember-eyes glowing, always
my consciousness echo or dreams,
my delusion is me and myself.
Today Linda hosts dVerse poetics and brings our attention to Jacquline Hurlbert and her paintings. We are given a choice of different painting to write to, and my choice fell upon the painting above.
May 18, 2019