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I lift my fingers & this art is held
and happens. I wrench from the head
a way to make the page full, and edit
this working with virtual ink to let
the reader weep or think or sigh.
Eventually, these hands simply walk
into a room and declare.
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Then I write it down and show you
the motion of the mind and the physical
born of empathy that flows from the synaptic
knots to enter the world.
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Just a thought. Poetry. More than notion,
a way of weaving fabric made of letters,
fashioning runways for feet to tap out tempos
alive in ticking brain cells, firing like
grenades to bring stollen fire to a cold world.
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Lady A
09-03-13
11:39a
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Letters in motion Poetry redefined in grandeur Respectetd Mm
Letters in motion Poetry redefined in grandeur Respectetd Mm
©bishu
Letters In Motion
Poetry in Motion was a song from the fifties, early 60's - cant' remember who sang it. I think he was describing his poodle skirt wearing flame. Thanks for stopping by. Always, always welcome, pen pal a mine! ~Lady A~
Your thought grenades are
Your thought grenades are always impressive dear lady A.
As Are . . .
your comments. Always received with a warm heart filled with encouragement - I thank you for that. Explosively yours in writing, ~allets~