with geometric conviction
writing, without restriction
trying to find a place to ride out the storm
I am a portrait in grey
a working stiff some might say
I do what I must, function verses form
visions compel an image painted black
without any rules petit amour’s attack
I stay cool but my body is still warm
I don’t calculate risk
this reverie on a hard disk
awakening emotion in sonata form
seeking the unbeaten path
ducking the hunters wrath
to that place where beauty and imagination swarm
"Awakening emotion in sonata
"Awakening emotion in sonata from"... so far as I've read, the theme so evident in your poetry. This piece is short and sweet.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
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Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot