Thursday, 5 November 2015


The frame is breaking
As the picture grows and changes
It cannot be contained any more
Where ever I look
At all I believe and love
There is a splintering
As something more alive breaks out

My oh so firm beliefs can only hint and guess

Life is tearing before me
Threads unravel, holes appear
And just beyond them
The Face of a man
                                                       WILF Nov 2015

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