As part of Latte Junkie’s Lyrical Sunday.
Straight faces,
Lining the horizon.
Eyes transfixed,
Falling onto nothing.
Heads buried in sand,
Avoiding glances.
Hidden beneath masks,
Waiting to be freed.
As part of Latte Junkie’s Lyrical Sunday.
Straight faces,
Lining the horizon.
Eyes transfixed,
Falling onto nothing.
Heads buried in sand,
Avoiding glances.
Hidden beneath masks,
Waiting to be freed.
Wow! Well done! I like the imagery and the feeling of the poem. Thanks for joining up!
Thanks LJ! I’m giving Iambic Pentamater some space.
Will continue on with Fry’s book and try some new styles.