It teaches us to pay attention, to learn how to be alone with ourselves.
One word can also start a poem.
potable / notions of omnipotent / quotables / oh! holy yoke / choking the hopeful
(s/he) before the core chore / of composed small talk / quotients had been ignored / you contorted
as if / scripts unencrypt the / littlest infiniteness
penitent bearers of ever eventful / fences / the skyward consensus / forgets this place is god’s presence
I mean it’s easy to see I’m / just quizzical folly but moon / light shines and I take on the / appearance of princely
I never move / fluid doom / cocooning putrid moods / tuned into elusives
… a few free write poems that came about in a unique sequence which involved the sense I should share them here.
More poems need to be written and others need revised, but I’m feeling pretty fantastic about seeing my writing evolve.
Shook off the alarm clock shock and walked with zombies on the mall promenade until the oblong paradox unlocked itself and
a context of wet sands
nobody knows till it shows (so says Schroe)
the broken and the menders
the fates have spoken / so that’s all
you try not looking despite your curiosity
try to otherwise
until you make up your mind / to learn to fly
What hierarchy / suggests / your impending / fruitions?
because all people everywhere / know that knowing causes / the greatest sorrow
to me you are / dark sky moon / you are too bright to fully consume / oh you pull at me / through & thru
It’s just a matter / of how many layers / of “me” you release
what good / is the awe / of stars / if we see / only that / we are / worlds apart?
Ouch / oo / eh / Oww