Tones and Textures

 

Soft potato chips don’t cut it
Though the taste doesn’t change
It’s all in the crunch

Marshmallows need to be burnt around the edges
A thin, burning icicle melting into a warm pillow
Texture matters

Words can gel and harden as stone
And none can hew
While….
Some silence is thick and heavy
As one sloshes through

Birds play and soar in shapeless clouds
Mixed with sunlight
Texturing the sky

As I walk
What textures do I add
To those I walk by?

dVerse prompt today is texture. Any form of poem.