Sleuth

 

Hidden in plain sight

between storm clouds and healing waters,

messages woven between fables and lies begin in truth



To deny its mission, one never contrite

the weak refuse to see, these bedraggled squatters

who miss meaning hidden in plain sight



Ah, but the poet — the consummate sleuth

focuses on a quest that constant nirvana craves…

those words that linger between storm clouds and healing waters



Even when roaming the subconscious, the poet feels

every rumble of thunder before anointing pools resplendent

with messages woven between fables and lies






photo: Google Images



prompts: OctPoWriMo, #BentHalos, #Dimpleverse, #OctoberFalls, WordPress Daily Post