STAIN
I dream the past, still.
My waking will asleep
under tread of phantom image
thought long dulled
to heart and ear.
Stain,
repainted, worded over,
arted, dismissed,
long banished creeps,
seeps in slit
'tween day and night.
As Lady in Macbeth
hands washed clean, in day
long done, act awayed,
unforeseen
bears blood still
on skin of nighttime eyelid.
Pooling in the fore.
No before, just after image stain,
Insidious, sly.
to belay
dream of forget.
©grapher Dec. 1 2015
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Chiaroscuro
PoetryIn-between black and white. A style of painting, drawing, etc. using only light and shade to achieve the effect of a third dimension.
