My many yesterdays
Are not my tomorrow
The tumbled leaf
Doesn’t chase and follow
The winds of yesterday
Have sailed on by
The moving clouds
Roll across the sky
The stain of yesterday
Has washed away
The rain did pass
Leaving less to say
For WPC: Change
For WPC: Grid
For WPC:Monochromatic
You are the colour
Of my skin
My soul within
You reflect in
My minds eye
As time moves by
A picture in frame
A memory
Bless’d be
Black and obtrusive
Causing disdain
Tightening, clouding
Pounding my brain
Tension grasps my spine
Causing such pain
Splinting daggers
Pulse down like rain
Knots are pulled and pulled
Hard at the neck
The grinding sound
Like rocks and a shipwreck
For the WPC: Beneath Your Feet
For WPC: Inspiration
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