Original Poem
Replete Horizon
Grey and split spilled charcoal sky Washed and faded lacking form Endlessly and without shape Ordained to reason, reasonless Ceaselessly drained last remains Of an ancient waterway Despite the cycling threat of tears That should wash clear to brighten day The silence blunted cityscape Untouched, unfocused ere to change All by itself, though self proclaimed Metallic tint aspired glint Though ever dulled pale whitish slate Without the slightest pastel hue Worn down without within withheld Blurred and windblown stasis stilled Blending into concrete, caged No shifting barred from movements breath Til threat of inbound storm brings thanks Of broken background giving life
Natalie Frank, Ph.D. (Clinical Psychology) 2019
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