by Biljana Petrova
Daphne searched for the meaning of it all.
The voices in the colours whispering sweet nothings
The beat of a far away drum in the forest,
leading her heart Into a trance.
A chance to set it all right,
to tell feelings and sensations apart.
Order out of chaos, and an ability to see,
and drown the synaesthetic images
into a watercolour symmetry,
where art gives way
to laws and perpetual ambiguity.
*Inspired by a My Word Wizard Poetry Prompt