Corner Pub #2 |
In Trance |
Street Heart Member
since 2002-09-05
Posts 349Pennsylvania,USA |
Distant riddles and raging rhymes entrapped in knolls of slumber The whole cascading darkness deep much to mention and to number Lines in lines in lining clouds of thought and recollection within the weaving writhing womb that ripples my reflection Mosaic existences distances the dancer from the dance In trance,I hold a beating heart a whirling chart to worlds apart revolving nowhere but its start ...within my hand Early '90s (I think) A wordplay poem in the incantation style.I always liked doing these. If a man has not discovered something he is willing to die for,his life is not worth living. Martin Luther King,Jr. Detroit,1963 [This message has been edited by Street Heart (04-04-2003 08:32 PM).] |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
Whenever it is great. Joyce |
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SPIRIT Senior Member
since 2002-12-29
Posts 1745California Desert |
Another great piece from your pen. |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
StreetHeart~ This piece has some remarkably beautiful thoughts~ Sooooooooo enjoyed~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Mosaic existences distances the dancer from the dance In trance,I hold a beating heart a whirling chart to worlds apart revolving nowhere but its start ...within my hand ========================== Incanting and Enchanting... and a poetic pleasure to read aloud.. the cadence and harmonies of your rhyme and word play was a delight!! Superb write poet sir! "and when we get to the pearly gates ... |
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