It's Still Life

Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic”
by VC Andrews (pg 70-73 iBook version).

Into A Private Cloud

It is a massive feeling,
like dark furniture.
A wooden fear.

I hear whispering.
A whispering world
heavy as iron.

for PA’s Writers’ Digest PAD, Day 26 “Evening”

Untitled

I wash up the pots,
the pans, the dishes,
glance through the blinds
at a shot of copper light
wounding the sky.

The street lamps flicker on,
reckless and bright, shone
on a cat sat under a tree.
My thoughts wander beyond
the stars.