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.
AMORPHOUS
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