Inspired by All 4 Images

Questions without Answers

How do you imagine the unimaginable—
the unseeable seen, the unknowable unnoticed
glimpsed in night-scraping skitters
given life in dreams.

How do you stop it–the tsunami, the meteor, the uprooted tree, the jaunty bullet
whistling at you?
You think you’re invincible, propped high on pillows in every hue—and dragons slayed.
Oh, frabjous day!

But you’ve seen the last sunset.
Now on a precipice, the sky above you is ashy-grey—
and you sway.

For Paul Brookes’ Poetry Month Ekphrastic Challenge. You can see the art and read the other poems here.