Dirty Thirty Day 5 / Amorphous

Another poem from the prompts provided every day of April over at The Dirty Thirty on Facebook. The prompt was to write about organic shapes.


Even the stars are ripe with meaning

Shapeless and waiting

Too dazzling to be definite

Amorphous light leaking into retinas

We make pictures

To stop us from feeling as small as we are

Tucked up in a blanket of spilt milk

The pinholed sky point the way

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