Outcasts in Paradise.

I met this person the same way a falling leaf meets the ground 

lifeless and out of time. 

But as the ground meets the acquaintance of the leaf, the leaf transforms into some other form and lives on

and so I did

transformed and lived on. 

I met this person in an unseen space where hearts roam freely and time is always marked absent on the list of attendants.

This person touched my heart of stone but just before they could they said, "Some stony hearts gush out springs when touched, while others sink beneath the endless waves". 

My heart pondered Slowly and cautiously 

My ears tasting the words like a tongue does with food

discerning bitterness from sweetness. 

Reviews

[Ken e Bujold]

very hypnotic poem Self. the form you've opted for certainly lends itself to the sense of falling. the opening is very powerful: lifeless and out of time truly made me sit up and take notice. And glad i did as the poem rewards the reader who takes time to slowly drift through the images and senses you weave throughout.

my first read of yours, and i definitely will be back for more

ken e

[SELF]

Hello Ken,
I'm very humbled and amazed to experience how we're all enjoined together through invisible lines and forces in this wondrous creation. I shared a piece of my-Self and it resonated with your-self. Once again, I'm humbled by this. Thank you for your precious time.

*Self.