POPO2022 Day 28 — sun, rainbow clouds, burning legs

card 28 sun rainbow clouds burning thighs resized

when things go wacky,
light and dark harp they’re the same,
ask, “are we there yet?”

when things go wacky
surreal cracks; flaming thighs grasp
spiked faces balloon

light and dark the same?
rainbows blight to bloated corpse
revelations dance

ask, “are we there yet?”
perhaps lurched beyond return?
beg grace from cloud’s silver

5 Comments Add yours

  1. Sadje says:

    A profound poem Li

    Liked by 1 person

    1. msjadeli says:

      Thank you, Sadje. It was a really tough image to write to.

      Liked by 1 person

      1. Sadje says:

        I can imagine. But you’re doing so well.

        Liked by 1 person

  2. memadtwo says:

    I love this poem. I suspect we are never there yet. (K)

    Liked by 1 person

    1. msjadeli says:

      Thanks, Kerfe, I suspect you’re right.

      Liked by 1 person

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