poetry pours out with a theme a poet has something to say A format is a voiceless meme predefined shapes, but no clay out of the world, out in the skies once upon a dream, inspiration strikes on a horse with wings, imagination flies of dark ink pages made - burn the psyche united in spirit for fleeting moments unexpectedly, we fly with the poet’s mind utterly fascinated, nod in agreement unwanted cuts are unwelcome, unkind neural pathways in the brain now led by stories heard or read -nagging logic redirects the train narratives change, yarns we unthread…
Saturday Mix – Lucky Dip, 31 October 2020


Well said and nicely rhymed.
~cie from poetry of the netherworld~
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Thank you so much, Cie!
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