Carving to see
Starving
Patterns plain as smoke
Ethereal as dreams
Of smoke
Shrieking
waking
daunting
shaking
Camera obscura
On the nerve
Repetition
harmony
hollow light
Dull and blurred
A bird in the sky
Going nowhere
And in the room
No one goes
An empty plate
On the table
Painting of fruit
Fork
knife
spoon
cup
Bad eyes
Starry night
A sense of blur
Hands jerk
And in the corner
A record skips
skips
skips
Lives like smoke
Looking for patterns
Love me
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Inspired by a post on larva life: thanks Ana
Anais said:
Wow.
I read that poem over and over again. I have shivers up and down my back.
I am so moved that I inspired you to write such an amazing poem. Wow.
I think we, the poets, bleed differently, not like the others. I think we also heal differently as well.
You inspired me as well...
Thank you.. ;-)
(BTW - Ana is purple and I (Anais) am the light green. ;-)
Thanks Gama! I always value your comments very much.
Wonderful! It just flows....
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