Fragmentalize.......

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It's the genesis of freedom that hides deep in my

mind. The words float across the parchment, and it pours

throughout the grain. All of this; it reads like a vapor,

splitting my lips in two.  As I speak, the narration cuts deep.  

Every vowel thickens my veins. Remarkable; how my ideas

begin to spill over. Baptized by inspiration, as the voracity

spills across an empty page. The syllables penetrate my changing

skin. I see it transpire; the letters fragmentalize.  Nouns, verbs,

and adjectives, bleeding a new passage with my fingertips.  I

trace the font that flirts Bookman Old Style, and Lucida Console.

There's a magic; a gravitational pull, my mortal embodiment

begins to whittle off.  Blending into the book that cradles

my ideas, dreams, and secrets. Falling away; an evaporation of

physical self.  The mystery that surrounds me, carries me

with an elegant lucidity.  I can finally rest my ghost,

                                                           

                                                                          upon

                                                              

                                                                                the

                                                                                

                                                                    EMPTY                        

                                                                         

                                                                               shelf.....

 

Author's Note

This is how I feel....when I can write. It becomes physical...spiritual.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the artwork and the strong words. Writing is my pleasure also. Take me away to better places and free me for a moment to wander in words and thoughts.
"The syllables penetrate my changing
skin. I see it transpire; the letters fragmentalize. Nouns, verbs,
and adjectives, bleeding a new passage with my fingertips. "
Powerful description made the poem a great pleasure to read.
Thank you for a excellent poem.
Coyote

[A-Lovely-Anxiety]

This is so beautiful...

[Lily Mae]

I love the genesis of freedom...a garden of your creativity. Your work is well balanced between the physical and spiritual...
I just love the fact that the ghost rest upon the empty shelf..that really says so much to me.. xo

[Larry Dyson]

as it should, well expressed as becoming metaphoricly a part of the page...I am one a part and parcel of that which I dream and think...really well expressed