drive through art

as I drive
my windscreen frames
the world drawn silent
with chalk and charcoal
silhouettes of gnarled trees
dark against pink and grey clouds
smudged across sky
chalkdust mist hangs heavy
along the valley
as a flurry of birds
disturb the stillness
and complete the picture

By Suzy Shipman

I like to take photos and write words ...


    1. Thanks Ashana, shame you found the last line off, I felt like it was wrapping up the end of the poem and giving it an ending, but these things are very subjective aren’t they? Thanks for making me think ๐Ÿ™‚


      1. It is, and if you find it fits, that’s important. I sometimes need reassurance in my own work that what I dislike really is a bit off and should be looked at again.


  1. A moment in time. In thought. A moment captured in black and white with so much left unsaid. And unseen. By I think you do see. You see beyond the frame, beyond the monochromatic nature of the moment. Even suspended in that moment is a masterful movement. A flutter of wings. A change that is imminent.


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