The Avalanche 

Kevin Brown Poetry


Her mind is -

An avalanche,

Of make-believe

And possibility.

The creation,

Of a tortured artist -

That skillfully spills,

Their soul,

On canvas blank -

White as the snow,

That tumbles -

Down the mountain,

Unearthing deep rooted,

Thoughts and feelings.

When the chaos passes -

I sometimes hear the echos,

That caused the ice

To come undone.

Kevin Brown © 28.10.2016

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