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Vibrant grass sharpens under the dial
A search for the glow in her cheeks
Reveals shades hidden by poor lighting
Sepia ages apples into pale sentimentality
The gradient scatters into checkered gray
Trees scrape away into postcard palms
Lies layering on a picture
Layers within layers
Until everyone and everything
Inhabits another world.
Balance
I like to believe that the balance
Leans towards more good than bad
But then why does fear
Edge its way through every inch of happiness
Telling me,
Everything evens out
And this will subside
One extreme met by another
Until ying and yang has stretched into a line
Tipping up and down
Failing to stay still.
(these poems are also currently in the Draft section of this blog)
The poem balance stands out among your other poems, partially because it is written in first person and partly because you are focusing on such a large topic. I like how your second stanza cuts into the first, questioning its validity. This poem appearance and line breaks also seems to have been affected by Chris Martins work.
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