CURLS OF UNCONSCIOUSNESS

The breath is stilled, life is sea and sky bound in a blanket of both current and cloud, moments are just impressions, reflections of all that has fallen and all that floats on the future‚Äôs feather; a fragile fluttering to the left of frame. Still is the breath, thoughts unfurl; curls of creamy consciousness, there […]

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The Poetic Point

Writing, with ink and pen And open mind, thoughts From the heartland of the questioning consciousness- Muddled and moving, mixing Musical thought with meaningful metaphors, Subtly seeking the rhythm and rhyme And fighting with form and formality, Counting consonants and trying not to simulate, Sawing sentences in centers To shock, shake and stimulate. Keeping, with […]

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