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Through The Looking Glass Quench the thirst of dying Earth
Great chasms of interlocking spider-webbed
fractures platforming horizon.
Sun blistered and writhing.
Free your brittle skeleton
wrought
and sandblasted.
Snarling hiss of wind ripped barren.
Your Freedom exists
swelling within the infinite timeless power
of thunderbolt storm-cloud rain-dance.
Quench the thirst of dying Earth
penetrate each bliss-filled fiber
Thirsting endlessly for their saving grace.
Never forever.
Then up the spout again.
"Never forever."
Nice - allets
Re-read 08-23-18, the portrait of rain-effect. You walk around inside the words nicely. The music, the notes - the words as notes (you have a fine grasp of rhythm and finding the right complex of emotion based pairings). This is dangerous poetry. "Itsy bitsy spider" upspout - ha! slc
01-01-21 Love the folder name!
Sculpture of words
well wrote
made me think of an hourglass
time sand seeping
Each Line
Each line a poem unto itself.
Drip
The timorous dance of each drop before the final bow.
Here's to thinking
About the day
But reading in the dead of night.
Like it like The Beat.
KS
Thanks :)
For saturating the brain Mr. Beatnik. With your choice of words.
powerful
a maelstrom of imagery!! also, i can see the beat influence. :)