Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Freedom

A vast expanse, little threads
Whorls and patterns
Shiny black butterflies
Scattered over sand
Forming seemingly random designs

Open wings, spread halves
Cracked opalescent innards
Shades of azure
Far deeper than the ocean
From which they came

Stepping closer, treading into foam
The softer shades of blue
Reveal piles of shards
A graveyard of the ones
Never broken open

4 comments:

LauraX said...

This is exquisite. I found your blog through Deb at Talk at the Table, so, so happy I did!

Misha Leigh. said...

Laura - Thank you!

corli said...

A beautiful poem!

Kirsty Lee said...

Beautiful expression Misha x