Liquid Mind
Where does one begin, Where does one end, Do we stand here, tall, strong and learn to understand. Mumbled thoughts floating the crest of mindless spheres. Intricate details meshed and interwoven, intrinsically webbed. Across electric pulses generating circuits of forgotten times, Restoring colours, in antiquated hues expressing validation for present shades. Enter then the captive thought, igniting the flame anew, The liquid mind now languishing in a pool of versatile expressions!
© E. Bretton June 2004 – All Rights Reserved
|
Love Tinka
The art gives me different visuals just like your poem.
A deep and romantic write. It shows the heart of the poet.
Well written.
Lisa
an outstanding beauty~your art is always
exceptional too!Kudo's
Absolutely gorgeous *E*
Peter Paton