GHOSTS ON A CANVAS

I lifted a rock and found Atlantis
guarded in the wisdom of the praying mantis
in all it's blackness

black magic...

fingers calloused, the drivel practice
Peons prick like cactus,
stained ghosts on a canvas...

embrace the flatness,
enjoy the frankness
a bit of pure malice
stuffed in a box, but i have Alice

a twist of my axis
a muse, my bad habits
and so I dance
though I am tragic...

in my trance of verbal madness...

Reviews

[Ruth]

Through that "verbal madness" we find the stem to our petals lol Always a pleasure to read your work Rene! xx

[Tkess]

I think we have all had this "trance of verbal madness." This need to get our words on to paper. We dance with our pen as our partner.

[Omar Fendri]

This is a twisted perfection. "Peons prick like cactus, I am magic in my trance verbal madness" very well expressed... VERBAL MADNESS INDEED.
I adore it

[biggerthenu]

this is very abstract you need it on the head verbal madness indeed I really liked it its a ghost alright nice wite

[Coyote Poetry]

I like this poem. The praying mantis is a mystery and the poem got stronger with each line. I like the short and powerful lines. Create wild visions and took me to some good places. Thank you for a excellent poem.
Coyote

[emmajoy]

A dance indeed, wild and free .. a glowing flow of darkness, if that makes sense.

[Aidz]

kewl as always Rene.....

a twist of my axis
a muse, my bad habits
and so I dance
though I am tragic...

To sweet and we do dance to the muse

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

A interesting picture throughout this poem... really good, i enjoy the flow and the rhyming in this.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Rene, this rocks and drives a nail straight into one's heart. Excellent work!