Mesmerized into separation
Floating through time and space
Alone without loneliness
Trapped in imagination
Characters, alive in thought
Strangers to all but one
Their paths pre-determined
By the whim of the pen
They flourish or suffer
A single artist the puppet master
Locked away until needed
Pleas echoing off figmented clouds
Fictional silhouettes created out of passion
Fade in color and essence
Til the artist calls for them once more.
Such a beautiful piece, I love your wordplay!
By: Tori on July 2, 2018
at 2:37 pm
Thank you very much!
By: Kelly Deeny on July 2, 2018
at 5:49 pm