Wednesday, July 11, 2012
a poet's respite
pen touches paper,
creating a vessel
for the universe
that is words
formed melodically
- to flow.
a poet's respite
is not of creation.
Miro-esque meditation
through art -
would be far
more apt to describe.
And when she has nought
Poet meditates the words
flying through worlds
Waiting to exist.
Words that flow
Like a stock update:
Fast, visual and aplenty
Too much too many.
But the poet revels
For even in mind
There is respite -
Always, worlds upon words
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