Gaps Poem by Blight Sliver

Do you see poetry in flowing dress?  

As silk cloth dances to the wind's old tune.

Fleece spun from gold twists and turns with finesse 

It captures the sun yet calls for the moon.



Do you see poetry in empty chairs?

Side by side, filled with pride and left alone.

They keep watch of the world, fix disrepair,

For the song of the wind has been outgrown



Do you see poetry in broken glass?  

As fractured forms try to find their new whole,

Some would try dancing, no longer en masse

They find life in both chaos and control.



They won't see poetry in things like these,

Until you recite empty melodies.