But Not To Me...

[plazma]

Those glowing ripples of imperfect
Colour sprayed and splashed
Across the dark waters
Beckoning, siren songed
To depressed men in grey suits
But not to me
Grey planes of unmoving
Stone slanted, foreboding
Of the return of some
Dark king long gone
Threat long lost in the bustle
But not to me
Trees, small, hunchbacked, lost
Cripples by natures own
Hands guided by man
Cry of some age old hurt
Still motion, pain invisible
But not to me
Water sobbing, gulping lustfully
At land, towards me grasping
Stone blank faced stares
A frozen growl of menace
Trees crowd, beggars paused
Perpetually clutching at shadows
Maybe this is invisible to you
Is it?
But not to me
Never to me
-plaz out-

 

[Queen Beat]

Melancholy beauty.

 

[star*]

I really liked this.
Paints a picture.

 

[plazma]

Not really melancholy, just observant I'd like to think. maybe that's how you percieve it. I'm just a little calm centre of the world these days.
-plaz out-

 

[cherub]

plazma, your writting is also more a visualization more then anything and beautiful at that.
Thank you so much