The One About Frogs Not Having Wings
by Scott Thomas Outlar / July 7th, 2024
Ten years
like the crack of a whip
The hands of time harassing fate
keeping an eye on the prism
There it was, went,
dispersed, dissolved, a haze of smoke
What would have been
if dad had not died
is beyond fathomable
Hard facts
like warped teeth
hunt for a safe space
to lay siege in the name of peace
Knead at the warm plasma
and shape into honed fire
New moon elementals gather
green moss on wet stone
A slice of humble pie
served with the grace of forgiveness
Every ounce of cosmic sorrow
stored with a blanket of mass cocoon
Wept enough to sate the beast
Nutrients relax against the tide
let the waves surge the system
Scott Thomas Outlar is a lover of truth and enjoys researching
philosophy, psychology, politics, spirituality, and any other facet of
consciousness in the pursuit of reaching a higher state of vibration.
He also enjoys writing rants, poems, essays, short stories, and
prose-fusion screeds covering such subjects.
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This article was posted on Sunday, July 7th, 2024 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.
