Poetry the heart of expression,
Full moon of any silver lining.
A whisper in a waving ocean,
Feather floating upon helium,
Coin tossed on eternity’s gravity.
Character lining up upon lineups,
Merging into a gravidity of words,
Marching birth-levitating verse,
Ubiquity of dictionary’s diversity,
Born to die reviving grave meanings.
Mist of a void drowning in vacuum,
Devouring space of needed subsistence,
Solitary universe no one else shares,
Communicating upon one shared,
Upon analytical marching minutes.
Mountain stone crushed gravel pebbles.
Gravitating shifting sand weight around,
Water aggregate binding upon a mass,
Pouring upon slabs towering upon height,
Cementing concrete constructions.
Characters disassembled upon thoughts.
Reconstituted upon unique perceptions,
Dissected abrasive frictional fusion,
Imagery of painted surfaces cracking,
Paintings of masterpieces, upon tombs.
D.Lester 02/20 to 02/21/06 ©
Terminated poet, somewhere in America not on company time.
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