I sense a trap in magnets and draw away to retain a sense of self magnets follow me and then I know It’s not for an ulterior motive they are getting attracted to something residing inside me not knowing it is an opposite end… https://dversepoets.com/2020/10/19/quadrille-114-poetical-magnetism/
Prompt words chosen Field.memory.magic Poem magic of memory pulls me back to a life once lived- fields now redefined reframed the way I like I use those routes to reach victory posts yet somehow unknowingly imperceptibly reach the traitors’ gate https://dversepoets.com/2020/10/13/three-little-words/
“I’ve never been to a place of worship. I don’t believe in God.” “One doesn’t have to worship to believe in God. Religion is a man-made institution, with an imaginary God as a central character. The Creator is not confined to any structure.” “Imaginary is the word”, he continued with an animated expression, “Do you … Continue reading Wrong end
time is money takes us on scalar lines however what is precious is relative to what happened before or after countable is easy uncountable too vague to talk about And we confine our existence to pre-existing frameworks time moves on finite in small capsules floating on oceans of infinity bypassing human understanding of expansiveness and … Continue reading Time
do you see circles, or see a line all things move from here to there are you depressed, or elated all depends on the hat you wear i move with little thought or care don’t overestimate importance write a page, then file or tear jump the gun, take a chance learn a step, or form … Continue reading Moving in circles
I wonder why I’m hated so much I make it my business to pull down cosy blankets of make-believe housing comfort zones I believe I’m born to destroy illusions bred in chambers of self-constructed mirrors I wonder why I’m hated so much https://dversepoets.com/2020/10/05/quadrille-113-blanket-us/
You believe you shine with borrowed light. The Sun knows it clothes you, but also conceals beauty of the original. Poets are busy giving you different names to facilitate expression of the complex. You do find courage to shed clothes, but your identity remains enmeshed in nomenclature. You are just the Moon … let adjectives … Continue reading Shedding
I build castles in the sand with footprints of the past traversing roads roads in time which did not live up to promises of childhood yet, the castles are intact…. A strange creature turns in sleep dreams of the castles he will build over mine and unleash a new era ruled by what I called … Continue reading Sandcastles
A blank canvas to paint your concepts and ideas enable you to brag show me off as a masterpiece, your best creation -is what you wanted you failed to think canvasses have a mind and colour of their own they decide how to interact with brushes and hues -help them to present a perfect picture … Continue reading Canvas
genes rejig expressions -of beauty already touched -songs already sung -colors splashed on the sky aeons ago nothing’s original except the magician who creates illusions of uniqueness, authenticity, immortalises delicate butterflies, breeds vanity of the swan I feel insecure tipped on points moving on circles whose toes am I stepping on? whose life am I … Continue reading Recycled Glory
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