A carousel on the marina, a harbor of spies, a yard of windows either reflecting the surface of things or rewriting the legend. Turning mirrors make up the illusions of life ~ a dream, intangible perception. Yet within every fleeting moment contains clues to a bigger picture. And every LF piece is a portal into Paradise.
Green feather from
the wing which time
and line brought
into prime
Emerald feather I
found by the banks of
the canal, unlike any
bird that migrated this way
I thought it might write
a better poem,
I strapped it too my quill,
And what it brought
I could not stop to think for the
words came flowing
faster than the ink could hit the paper
Call it inspiration
if you will,
But what the rules
laid out in definitions
There I saw as clear as day
The gems and time which
greatness made,
And every footstep I placed
The mighty did survey
If poetry could write itself,
The wealth that wrought my fingers
carved it out,
like a hand against wall with pigment sprayed the colors for this will
they were matched
in gold for what was plucked from
the fig tree of Eden
A leaf to cover shame
Jade stone to
immortalize the
Emperor’s name
The emerald mantle
which held in frames
A candle bleeding flames
Five letters covert fame
GREEN
Cinematic poetry by Laurence Fuller
@laurencefuller
https://laurencefuller.art/kaleidoscope