Awe-tistic

Alberto Gonzalez, Staff Writer

Why do pictures

silent their whisper?

Why are chords

hiding their glitter?

 

I cannot believe

that it’s my own lenses’ filter.

Could it not be

my mind’s turned sinister.

 

To dilute all that is sweet –

Completely – to bitter,

And not let the rest

To come in and litter.

 

Leaves me dumbfounded,

To hither from thither;

Leads me to doubt if

That beauty still lingers.

 

-Myra B.