Cinnamon Dreams
The field of cinnamon,
crisp,
the maroon powders the vision,
a smell so intense nostrils exist
alone
and everything else:
hands, legs, hair…
is cinnamon.
#318
My own personal poetry project that I wish to share with the world. The objective is to create one piece a day. I decided to number each instead of date them. The concept is to promote art as therapy, force myself to create everyday regardless of how I feel.
The field of cinnamon,
crisp,
the maroon powders the vision,
a smell so intense nostrils exist
alone
and everything else:
hands, legs, hair…
is cinnamon.
#318
