populated solitudes
stroking
the
pace
of
a
few
winged
sighs
released
in
between
the whitespaceofthought
and
the brownblackinkofitstext
injects
time
like
a
shepherd
posted by name of the rose at 12:38 a.m.
soak the edge
The inside of thought is where everything teems and stirs with a thousand cracks is where the water meets the shore like threads pulled taut that soak the edge
Sunday, September 05, 2004
the
pace
of
a
few
winged
sighs
released
in
between
the whitespaceofthought
and
the brownblackinkofitstext
injects
time
like
a
shepherd
3 Comments:
your poems are curious in that I'm forced to read them over and over again, to try to wrap my mind around them, using the analogies invoked and images elicited, to appreciate them better. my mind tends to think in literal terms ... and your word combinations and images always send me somewhere else ... almost immediately.
intriguing, to say the least.
I write this with 'populated solitutes' in mind, for the most part, as I've read and re-read and toyed with it for a while.
I have changed the wording to this one a few times
but I think it finally 'says' what I want...
thanks for your comments
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