Tangled Lines (Day 30 Of NaPoWriMo)

A small line

Lightning strike attention

Across white.

A bold contrast

Now etched in solid forever.

A story, something historical



Begins to unfold.

There was once nothing

And then there was everything.

A knot

A tangled-ness

A particular blend of color

Of lines

And shape

Piling upon each other.

A masterpiece prepares

For its big reveal

Sitting right there

Just on the


The sun and cloud

Seashell and umbrella top

Gaze as it arises.



Like a thousand phases

On the gallery corner.


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