Grief

 

I listened to Walk to the Paradise Garden and used those shadow images for ideas and The Isle of the Dead’s mood for tone through music. I selected four Billy Collins lines to write a quadruple Golden Shovel in this order: sunlight slathered over everything (A Sight); full of blue shadows (My Funeral); and bright white waves (The Emperor of Ice Cubes); behind the floral wallpaper (The Country). Since the lines are long, it may not format exactly to see the vertical alignment unless you turn your device sideways.

Grief

Sunlight casting full gloom and doom truths behind the scenes

slathered in contrast of a bright facade: the undeniable reality

over skies of blue, wispy white clouds, withered floral requiems toll

everything now empty shadows, grief waves expose the wallpaper smiles