A voyage inside
the shell of a destitute
empire began
with the Valley of Fire.
Innocuous weeds
painted blue by lenses,
misplaced a shard of their soul
once the camera snapped—
another second fell
by the wayside.
How many memories can one
acquire?
‘Not enough. Never enough.’ —
rosy lips murmur
as dainty fingers keep
prisoner the next route
toward another
diner served breakfast.
That’s it for this week’s Imagine series. Created for your entertainment either to transport you to another realm or to make you smile/laugh at my less-than-stellar poetry.
Check out the ‘Week 59’ section from my ‘Mood Board’ over on Pinterest if you want to see what inspired this poem.
Thank you for reading!
Take care.
