Go in through the eyes of a poet, deep into his alphabet mind. Ideas like flotsam and jetsam dodge poetry fragments and lines. Beware the dark shadows of memory, knife-sharp and bloodied by time; or gentle, orgasmic and sensual, swirling eddies, some without rhyme. Softly notice the spirit in hiding. Tiptoe past the bruised heart mending there, knitting poems, pearls strung on a necklace, unfinished jewels everywhere. Take note on your tour of this poet, the outside no different, you see; but inside, my God, a passion abyss, the poet the person the me.
Reason for writing:
Just being introspective one day.
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