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WD 90 “Elemental”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Elemental When it flies, there is a hole in the clouds A glimpse between breathes, to a city beyond the garden wall Your hand was cold, so I didn’t touch it The lines were all even, but they looked unbalanced A stream of salt water tricklingContinue reading “WD 90 “Elemental””

Weird Dreams 25 “The Silent Sound of the World Turning”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth Brush I (The Silent Sound of the World Turning) You brush my cheek with the side of your hand And there is an ocean of diamonds spinning in your watery eyes -I am Bereft of speech Overflowing with choice -And A word- Logos, ethos, pathos infinitumContinue reading “Weird Dreams 25 “The Silent Sound of the World Turning””