Where is God?
the formation of words
upon the shadows of lips
Humbled here
we must reach
incrementally
inching into infinity
you seek the Master of the Stars
into the pathway beyond
I find myself alone
as I carry my grandmother's ring
through the centuries
filtering through
the boundaries of humanity
the shock of loss
the troubling tides of lost souls
A stolen locket, a childhood song
these are marked things
love's tragic journeys
all immortalized in magenta pain paint
Vision scaling the towering trees
above the back porch
sits a doll with lavender hair
as if placed there by
the duster of dreams
the hijacker of hearts
mysticism and mystery
spreads out an intricately woven carpet
to time travel
About the Creator
Lana Broussard
Lana Broussard writes primarily under the pen name, L.T. Garvin. She writes fiction, poetry, essays, and humor. She is the author of Confessions of a 4th Grade Athlete, Animals Galore, The Snjords, and Dancing with the Sandman.
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