Between the lines and through the lens…
— Revisiting a past poem as my journey hits its 43rd Birthday THE REST I was once silent amid the noise, shadowing the world in stillness while all else found its motion, watching dreams slip swiftly through fumbling hands. I’d been held and felt nothing in that very touch but the visceral arousal of man […]
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Camera stands to capture all the memory cannot hold. Stand. Strike. Flash before we fade. I hold a younger you in my older hands; lips just settling after a smile and your eyes; forever with questions I couldn’t answer and now all that stands is our silence; for the voice is never part of […]
Read More…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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