Dreams of The Sauntered State

” Dreams of The Sauntered State “

Catching that glare of the sliver of moon

It is felt like a lone silver wolf

A seen canvas that is made in travels

Felt by the artist as it moves with the brush

…..

Along the fresh in scented tar and diesel cords

The orange filled sky of forest smoke made

Seen by the gazer crossing the trestle

Of views moving with solitude in dreams

…..

Created with the sooty railed yard

With freckled pine lining old elevators

The boarders of brush giving a path

In marks of the scene made with time s . . . . .

 

By

BLaine Robert Parker

Date Written – July 20 , 2017 A.D.

 

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