Nyl, the poetess

Nyl is over the sky
Floating among poofy clouds
That remind her of the white linen sheets
Her mom used to hang on the clothes line
How the wind puffed them
Into alabaster flags of surrender

Nyl remembers a time when she was Earth-bond
When it all seemed . . .important
So compelling and . . .
Compelling and . . .
Wow
What was it that was so important?

Nyl is looking for something
Searching for one True thing
One undeniable, inestimable, inevitable Truth
She hungers for a picture of that perfect moment
When she will hold the Truth . . .

Nyl is over the sky
Floating among poofy clouds
That remind her of the white linen sheets
Her mom used to hang on the clothes line

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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