Sharpness rolling by,
wetness on black.
The light flickers
every now and then.
A low hum,
rumbling through
the thickness,
for a moment
confines.
wetness on black.
The light flickers
every now and then.
A low hum,
rumbling through
the thickness,
for a moment
confines.
posted by DeeM at 12:34 PM
11 Comments:
I am speachless.
i meant speechless... whoops!
spelling errors are always welcome here.
this is mysterious. it leaves room for interpretation in so many ways.
i like it! does it have to do with smoking??
Thanks! One of my favorite things about writing stuff like this is to hear other's interpetations. So part of me is anxious to share where it came from, but the other part wants to leave it open...
I like the rhythm in this piece. It could have several interpretations. I like to think through various ones.
I enjoy that as well. Thanks for your input.
Stream of consciousness abstract poetry?
I would say, more abstract poetry focusing on and being completely one with my surroundings.
Thanks for coming by. :)
YES! A blog poet! Hmmm, this one's pretty cryptic and your describing something I should be able to place, but its too far back in my mind to be retrieved... only tickled. Nice to meet you Deem!
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The pleasures mine. Some of my favorites are in the archives. It's all open to interpretation. It could be different for everyone. I like that sort of thing.
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