The cloudy sky shadows faintly
through the faded vine shelf
down to a dilapidated wooden table
on which an old book is open
with the fuzzy characters
in the yellowed leaves,
like a dimmed doze in summer.
The cool breeze carrying a daydream
wafts in mid-air
like a swing.
A tweeting blue bird flitters over
the high bush and
hides soon
in the dense green shades,
like lightning and thunder which streak through
my chaotic consciousness–
how to paint the vacant time ahead?
only to pray and wait
for an answer.
Min Katherine Liu
Virginia Tech
WVArts Solitude
Summer 2016
North/South brings Poets and Artists together to further encourage Poetry and the Arts in the Appalachian region and supports Reconnecting McDowell. For electronic/print publication information contact nosoappalachia@gmail.com
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