Open Poetry #13 |
the only path |
serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
most perfectly, awaiting. Sometimes it’s echoes- amplified-- brain in sprain--- still masturbating. portending that a storm come soon; and even in the spring’s first sun— Grab the shawl? Or grab the gun? or seeing things that are not there? Voice of God? Or Mad Dog? Mercy? Or mere veil of fog? But in the timbre of a voice, a question waits in beckoning, with a metronome of choice, quiet tick of ancient’s sing: The pillars stand in black and white; the only path, beneath my feet. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Sometimes, there’s something, certainly, most perfectly, awaiting. Sometimes it’s echoes- amplified-- brain in sprain--- still masturbating. Elusive shadowing- full moon-- portending that a storm come soon; ============================== What is the difference of “aware,” or seeing things that are not there? =============================== But in the timbre of a voice, a question waits in beckoning, with a metronome of choice, quiet tick of ancient’s sing: The pillars stand in black and white; the only path, beneath my feet. ============================= so much wisdom in that last verse sen, and superb employ of metaphor and poetic phrasing as well. and that first verse?( you been peeking in me head again) love ya me queen or rhyme divine me "Nature's first green is gold, |
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