Poem-
A nifty sliver
Breathless
As a cocoon.
Swift as a stalled
Carousel
Decades in the making.
Folding and folding
Uncreaseable wings.
~
In these wrists
Ephemeral soles,
Witches on broomsticks,
And the plumbing I stole
From the drowning poet.
Poem-
Numbers, undoffed
Of cardinality,
Yet stand attention,
This is the road, ever forsaken
Of sequence, forsaken and bright
As the endless dark that never
Begins.
~
Words
Before the stars could speak.
The shadows of lost diameters
Measureless now
Like childhood moons.
And what space they dreamed,
Commanded, played,
In the ageless circumference,
Amongst the sleepless paradoxes.
~
These are my last words. I want to end the sounds of words.
Just for today.
And walk
With the tattoos of evolution.
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Thank you!
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Very cool stuff, Bob.
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Thank you very much Art!
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Beautiful. The rhythm and voice feel elevated, or elegant, in a way that is different from some of your other poetry. I, for one, think it’s wonderful.
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I think this was something different for me too. Thank you for your kind words. Much appreciated!
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Wow, brilliantly written piece, so mesmerising.
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Thank you Nolsen! I’m very glad you think so.
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You’re very welcome Bob. I really admire your style of writing!
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hope you read this and follow the blog☺
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Loving the flow of this piece, especially in light of the title. 🙂
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Thank you!
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