The allure of writing is in its challenge.
Words; one in front of the other, or the other in front of the one
Which words – The distance between
Words – or lack thereof
See the ‘sun’, none to lead or to follow, conjures a simple picture
Hear now…the allure and her challenge?
To paint the sun with words so rich they’ve transformed the simple to splendid
And now you’re dancing with the oranges and reds, wrapped up in the smiles of yellows
And to all of those beginnings with no end – your ‘sun’ was one I could only see
It’s in the which of my words, who leads and who follows,
the distance between, the painting of a picture….
If I’m not in it….If I can’t breathe it