Stand Alone
What is it to stand alone
a single thought
in a vast plain
of meandering airstream
and drifting promise
to move awakened
into color so nourishing
a soul's hunger unquenched
seeks golden threads of truth
through fuchsia colored goblets.
Check out Hey, Harriet, for Shadow Shot Sunday, it's a blast and enter if you dare join this group of shutterbug/poets. You'll meet some great people...I did!
