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My wordss within your mind
you love the way I form my sentences and hate my punctuation
My grammar can be quite confusing; but the beauty in the weight of the words placed in eachothers blank spaces becomes a journey through possibility and that, is stunningly tantalizing, beyond contemplative thinking, without words to describe it, placed in that way, where you can empathize in some meagre way. Plausible versus the implausible, concrete impressions wrapped around ethereal machinations, orchestrated to pull you into a new way of understanding.
more than that -
designing your own image scapes and fitting my wordss into your schemata. I can't go there where you go. I'm not privy, though I ache to know it, see it through your eyes, as I wash them anew. Like salt for caramel or chilli for chocolate. Like ether for air and dust for solid ground, moving through it takes a certain care. Expectant pauses meld into teases and lashings of imaginings or reawakenings as the combinations unlock hidden thoughts, private moments and unmet desires. As all the days cares wear into you and you read the verse that resonates, completes you whist filling you with envy and longingful sighs; what else could there be but to credit me with such creative eyes and decoratively embellished or plain, mind scrawls, heart scrawls or soul scrawls.
The truth is simpler, all the glory belongs to you who rejoice in these iotas on the end of surreal nothings, you who rendered with such resounding beauty darkness and light, my words within your limitless mind.
Would that we could invent
Would that we could invent new words, everyday, that had unique meaning, that any one could appreciate, you are a marvel to me.
Always A Pleasure To Read Your Writing
To share is what PostPoem poets do best and to comment and say a few words of praise or how it hit and how softly or how much of a one two punch - is the point of writing here at all. Be well and happy holidays, SSmoothie. You rock! - Lady A -