WHEN FORM TAKES SHAPE By Scott Thomas Outlar

Jun 19 2018 4.00



There are beams in your eyes


There are pyramids in your head

built by hands you can’t see


There is an ego slain

and buried in the desert


There is a point of no return

along the same path forgiveness treads


There is an owl in your eyes


There are jewels in your heart

hidden deep for safe keeping


There is a flame rising

from a cup that can’t be filled


There is a moment of revelation

where old skin sheds to breathe anew


There is music in your eyes





About the Author


Scott Thomas Outlar hosts the site 17Numa.com where links to his published poetry, fiction, essays, interviews, reviews, live events, and books can be found. His work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. Scott was a recipient of the 2017 Setu Magazine Award for Excellence in the field of literature. He has been a weekly contributor at Dissident Voice for the past four years.