[336] Turning A Blind Eye

A lone soul
cutting through the haze
The clouds wait for their turn
as thunder tries to catch the bird
The city is lulled into a early dark sleep
as you and I lay entangled watching
nature’s hunt for the hunter
from our rose tinted windows
and a head full of oxytocin
while someone fights for their survival
in an adrenaline filled fall
while we slowly fall asleep
forgetting this ominous scenery

9 thoughts on “[336] Turning A Blind Eye

  1. Love the way you piece your words to form pictures that move, and somehow organize them perfectly together within themselves. A word puzzle in motion. One you can read aloud and by touching.

  2. Love the line Ominous Scenery. Adding the word adrenalin always helps add intensity to the poem as well, there’s a lot to like about this

  3. The more I read your poems the more I seem to enjoy your blog! Gonna follow you, hope you go through mine and have fun reading my posts too. 🤩🥰

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