limbo
poetry crawls up
to me. scurries away.
frightened by
squirming lines
on acid trip road map thoughts to nowhere
poetry crawls up
to me. scurries away.
before I can catch it.
to me. scurries away.
frightened by
squirming lines
on acid trip road map thoughts to nowhere
poetry crawls up
to me. scurries away.
before I can catch it.
9 Comments:
sometimes you just gotta chase after it...
I know. It's not usually so hard to catch. But my mind is everywhere...I can't seem to focus it anywhere. except limbo.
I love this piece.
Seems like our thoughts were both coincidentally following the same hazed road map last night, and we both arrived at our destination unscathed.
We achieved "post" my friend.
We have happy colors and trails shooting from our finger tips.
And I know, like you know, that you did, indeed catch it with this one.
I love this piece, it’s so right on; it so says how it is with art. The conception always comes back, when our minds are ready to focus. Sometimes you just have to let the chaos fill you, and remember that the conception that is, or the conceptualization that will become, always comes back.
Just like the irrational feelings of doom always pass.
Xx, Lori
Yeah.
Exactly.
I couldn't have said it better myself.
I want to thank you for the depth you leave here with your comments.
I do so appreciate commenting at all. But the depth. oh the depth. that I love.
*sigh* well, my dear..."this" has been plaguing my as well. I'm hoping that the coming full moon will help me. I'm sure she will inspire you. :-)
I MEANT ME!! NOT MY! AARRGH! I can't spell lately either! sheesh.
Poetry and other great ideas come to me while driving. For a time I carried a digital recorder, but no, not my style. I figure that ideas live inside and will come out, in fact need to come eventually.
Mary...it's getting closer. Indeed. I can feel it....
rain, driving time often thinking time.
And yes, I agree, it is definitely a need.
thankx for stopping by.
Oh James, poetry crawls up to you and you catch it and share it with people like me who can't. Thanks!
Becky
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