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conduit

empty canvas
screams silence
the nightmare of nothing

fractured fear
spirals
to a bubble of imperfection
where autumns pretend to be spring
and summers cry with winter warmth

half animal
half angel
half lost

becoming
somewhere
on the road to nowhere

but there are times
a vivid forever
sounds in my head

.. a husky deep acknowledgement

and, for a short while
there exists serenity

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Free verse
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I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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Comments

for the very kind comment
- 'cry' .... I wondered about making that word 'weep', for the alliteration with 'winter warmth' - but decided I prefer 'cry' for the double meaning of making a noise as well as weeping...

Thank you for the thought
love judy
xxx

'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)

author comment

I suspect you murdered your muse and relied on your own innate talent. (I won't dob)
Do you smoke cigarettes?

It spoke to me in many ways, clear without spelling it out.
A grand effort.

cheers,
Jess
A new workshop on the most important element of poetry-
'Rhythm and Meter in Poetry'
https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/rhythm-and-meter-poetry

Lol - it's not illegal to murder a rhyming muse, is it?
well keep quiet anyway - just in case it is after all ...

Yes, I hate to admit that I do smoke cigarettes ... lol - am I missing something? Why do you ask?

Love judy
xxx

'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)

author comment

".. a husky deep acknowledgement

and, for a short while
there exists serenity"
smells of nicotine to me [grins]

cheers,
Jess
A new workshop on the most important element of poetry-
'Rhythm and Meter in Poetry'
https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/rhythm-and-meter-poetry

the kid is cute but makes me embarrassed to use fucking bad language.

cheers,
Jess
A new workshop on the most important element of poetry-
'Rhythm and Meter in Poetry'
https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/rhythm-and-meter-poetry

Looking for the 'like' button
and OK - will change the pic - later, when i find a decent one of myself - terrible to think I might have been keeping your tongue in check - you poor man, you must've been feeling quite castrated lol
xxx

'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)

author comment

Nice pic!

cheers,
Jess
A new workshop on the most important element of poetry-
'Rhythm and Meter in Poetry'
https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/rhythm-and-meter-poetry

I hope you are well. :)

Your muse is deep - "to me" it appears to be about a transition from a mental state of confusion and fear etc to a fleeting moment of peace of mind! ( which is like an oasis of sanity midst chaos ).

The vivid contrast between the start and finish gives it meaning and power!

Great poem - I hope I've interpreted it right. :)

Love Mand xxx

Yes I am very well thanks ... you too I hope
Thanks for your thoughts on this... it can be read many ways, I think
lol - Jess even found the joy of having a cigarette during times of stress
love judy
xxx

'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)

author comment

when this happens
then one needs an immediate check up

glad u changed into reality Judy
ur snap

is it the real one or still!
inreal
I M A G I N A T I O N

Love judy
xxx

'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)

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and
I am only half

In 1970's I died in an accident
went to heaven

My doggy belt was held by my wife
as a dogs
and she pulled me back alive
I was recalled by humans

Half side almost dead
LHS of head was bloated red

How I wish I had flown to heaven

Now again in late 1990's
I faced a calamity
the brain was again fractured
half an eye
half an ear
nerves pulsating

I tell no one
not even to those to me so dear
as death I have been awaiting
at the threshold of time
ere I was born
half alive
half dead

still am swimming ahead many
who ought to never have been read
ought to have been since long dead

I still await!

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