Coincidental Poem
I am a synchronicity of thought
and make light
of what the darkness says,
born of a death regenerated
pronounced in silence.
I speak volumes in unhearing
dreams, I am the process,
a future where
reason denies what reason is.
A life less ordinary hewn
in marbled stone,
a place where ill-starred
ideology has no home.
I am what
I become, nothing and everything,
but sometimes a poem.
Paul Williams©2006
Aberjhani
Birgit and Roger
Susan
Nicki
lol........like the genesis of words.......of creativity....of matter and antimatter.........
let there be.......WORDS!!!
:)
pax A
Chanti
This is PURE BRILLIANCE, Mr Bond, and one of your very best in my Little Pink Book... and your Biog pics just keep gettin cheekier!! :)) Would love to know who is makin your hair stand on end these days... BTW, does this earn me the Walnut Whirl??
Gotta luv it, Katwoman Kate xx
Regis
into the nothingness that is everything;-)Love it, Paul!
eT
A circumspect and introverted write that has an old style feel about it....:)
We are what we become, and we become what we dream and aspire to be....with true grit and unwavering committment !
Peter
I think you're onto something ;-)
well done
Love Tinka