In the time of sight
my aged eyes can still recall
the images once blazoned
upon the heart
of this old man
Flashback – just a boy
my eager hands exploring
the seams of trees
flight into green leaves
leaves green as fire
As life unfolded
under an orange, soul-warming sun
There were many colors
that glossed my world
the deep azure of
fathomless deep
the red hue of a broken heart
and the total stillness of time
laying low the ones lost
in the tan
of the burnished earth
Now they tell me
perhaps, it is best not to see
the world reckoning
the torment of plague
the inward agony of man
searching for solace
in a world with muted shades
About the Creator
Lana Broussard
Lana Broussard writes primarily under the pen name, L.T. Garvin. She writes fiction, poetry, essays, and humor. She is the author of Confessions of a 4th Grade Athlete, Animals Galore, The Snjords, and Dancing with the Sandman.
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