After the paint dries

The ancient eavesdropper

My mind
paints me 
into a corner
of consciousness,
this tongue rolls
out wet wallpaper words
sticking to dry moments.

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About tyler4turtles

I am an avid photographer, poet, ecologist, bookworm, blogger, art enthusiast and runner who calls Montana home but lives in Oregon.
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2 Responses to After the paint dries

  1. lillybela says:

    your poetry is beautiful, stories of the soul of mother earth . just beautiful

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