Singular Small Speck

Singular Small Speck

A Poem by Phill Oz O'fee
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I'm rambling again...

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Singular Small Speck



Ergodic thoughts

Drift across a blank parchment

Like tumble-weeds

Blowing over desert sands

Kicking up

Granular poignant words


Cognitive cogitating

Intermingled with imagination

Brings order

To random raw creativeness

And suddenly

Expressive style becomes sane


Visions appear

Taking shape upon the folio

Each line

An animation of my mind’s eye

Positively sharing

The inner workings of noesis


How powerful

Even a singular small speck

Written down

Amongst a multitude of text

Positively projected

Can effect destiny when read


Once again

I strive for perceptibility

Rewriting scratchings

To hone this gift bestowed

Clandestinely fermenting

The birth of another page


Copyright @ Phillozofee 2018

© 2018 Phill Oz O'fee


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I can definitely see how this description has the essence of what I perceive to be your writing style, kind of an uninhibited love romp with words that you do. I love the theme of this, how one speck can mutate into the most amazing otherness. I start my poems with one sketchy phrase & it amazes me what grows out of that. Anything in life, even a squashed self-esteem can grow into an amazing sculpture of beauty when given unselfish attention. This is one of your best poems that I've read (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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I can definitely see how this description has the essence of what I perceive to be your writing style, kind of an uninhibited love romp with words that you do. I love the theme of this, how one speck can mutate into the most amazing otherness. I start my poems with one sketchy phrase & it amazes me what grows out of that. Anything in life, even a squashed self-esteem can grow into an amazing sculpture of beauty when given unselfish attention. This is one of your best poems that I've read (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very well written piece of poetry. Well Done.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Thank you for sharing your rambles. I enjoyed it.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Beautifully spoken! I loved the way you constructed your poem.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Phill Oz O'fee

6 Years Ago

Thank you Amanda - so pleased you liked my write :-)
You always use such wonderful language in your writing Phill. I imagine you thumbing through a thesaurus to select with care. Each poem starts as a grain and progresses. I like that idea.

Chris

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Phill Oz O'fee

6 Years Ago

A very gracious review my friend - thank you for reading … :-)
If this is considered "rambling", than I've a lot to learn! Extraordinary, Phill.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Phill Oz O'fee

6 Years Ago

Thanks Kelly - I try my best to post creatively … :-)
A poem is so eloquently born in this write Phill. Great language, imagery , theme. Love this.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Phill Oz O'fee

6 Years Ago

Very kind of you to say so Annette - thankyou :-)
Think this poem sums up all of us...we all start with a blank sheet of paper and then bit by bit, letter by letter words appear and not long after a master piece is staring back at us. Really liked and thanks for sharing with us

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Phill Oz O'fee

6 Years Ago

Thank you - your comment are very much appreciated … :-)

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Phill Oz O'fee
Phill Oz O'fee

Winchester, Hampshire, England, United Kingdom



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I am caught in a time spiral of confusion; that period we all experience between birth and death. Somewhere inside hides a poet, writer, lyricist and/or whatever, laying dormant and suppressed by s.. more..

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