See nothing but sticks and silhouettes - know nothing but the next step...
Sticks and Silhouettes
The Name of My Landscape
An identity- Wholeheartedly
Back in the Storm
Silhouetted mountaintops//Caging the unheard screams//Clouds forming textured backdrops//Punctuating noir scenes
The Deepest Silhouette
Stretched thin and tight like a thread or "Like butter over too much bread" As Bilbo once said No, more like wires of a marionette No, no, they're so quick to forget Most like the strings of a quartet Because, thin and taut and whet Is less of a full moon, more lunette Curved as a smile, and... Continue Reading →
Starlets and Shrouds
'Tis a faint halo that hems in the moon A reminder that it is enslaved here, too By its own beauty, its Clair de Lune Much like the hearts it shines to woo Are we not all but silhouette As such, 'tis only shadows we beget The shrouds that encompass each starlet Illuminate dreams and... Continue Reading →
December Rose 