silence sounds
like it's listening
to me, awaiting
my very next move
like it's listening
to me, awaiting
my very next move
Greetings from the far side of sanity. Welcome . . . to a world of poetry, creative nonfiction, and occasional fiction as told by James Eric Watkins. And sometimes, I post the lyrics to a song that strikes me as having a message that needs to be shared.
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And the iguanas dance in the desert/a thousand miles away from this place/and this face: stoned immaculate.
3 Comments:
Is it? (Eyes looking back and forth, slowly, crooked grin.)
Well okay.
This is so cool, this is so cool!
I rike it a rot.
See, I always wonder how you wordy people can take something and with just a few words, describe it in a way that makes so much cool sense. Describe it in a way that puts it in a different light.
View finder, that's it, you've got an interesting view point.
I really like this one. So minimalist(ic), like my favorite poet (one of many favorites actually), William Carlos Williams.
I know I'm grinning, reading these comments. You totally get it. I really didn't think anyone would like this one, well, unless they GOT it....
And what a compliment being compared to Williams. It was he who has taught me much about descriptive language.
Everyone could learn something from him, that's for sure. Oh...oh...I'm feeling POL's next featured poet....
later gals. thankx again.
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