“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label I dwell in possibility. Show all posts
Showing posts with label I dwell in possibility. Show all posts
Friday, September 18, 2015
Mi casa es su casa
You dwell in poetry-
A vulnerable Place to linger-
Barbed wire Words on windows
Galvinized steel-for Definition-
Of Places inside, nested under Forest-
In seas of Autonomy-
And to the Horizon
Poetry meets the blurry eye-
Guests-the wandering-
For chance-serendipitous-
The unfolding of another Dimension
Fused within Imagery-
(A mimicry of Emily Dickinson's #466 I dwell in possibility...)
Image by Peleg, Wikimedia Commons, March 2008.
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