Come secret air
Come secret air,
Assaulting the belly of ocean;
Champagne laughs will find your drunken original
When the mob sucks down the bone-dry blood of time,
Mindless of the unstoppable forever
That’s found between the everywhere.
jinjahman
lovely mix of (bubbling) images going on here
lovely mix of (bubbling) images going on here
Lillian Susan Thomas
I hear echoes of e.e. cummings, in some of the phrasing, a style that is very difficult to pull off; I am always in awe of your surrealism that adds an air of mystery to your poems.
I hear echoes of e.e. cummings, in some of the phrasing, a style that is very difficult to pull off; I am always in awe of your surrealism that adds an air of mystery to your poems.
yelena
Breathing secret air when 'the mob sucks down the bone-dry blood of time..'.Just unforgetable, Patti!
Breathing secret air when 'the mob sucks down the bone-dry blood of time..'.Just unforgetable, Patti!
Kerry O'Connor
Both this and Threshed Light have a remarkable impact in their brevity. I couldn't decide which impressed me more - I think I have to choose this one for its intense imagery.
Both this and Threshed Light have a remarkable impact in their brevity. I couldn't decide which impressed me more - I think I have to choose this one for its intense imagery.
Provokes my thinking and imagination. Difficult dealing with those infinities. Like your creative images: belly of ocean and bone'dry blood.