Poet, i am
undone by the feel
of your pen on
my skin ----
private musings
meant for me
alone. i read
each word.
tuck them into
the chambers of
my heart. fold
them into the
convolutions of
my brain ----
they're safe, there.
in the loneliness
of the night,
when you're not
here, i'll pull them
out and feel like
you're w(r)ite
beside me ----
Unh! Karla, that image is absolutely specTACular! I don't remember seeing that one! WOW! Fantastic; it compliments your beautiful poem perfectly! Great job; brava!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :D
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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Michelle~
Nice job!! I enjoyed this, especially the play on words.
Hugs, Micki
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :D
Blessings,
Christine