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i n e r t i a
tumult
the turn
gliding in the spin
alive with outstretched
wings
a chasm between
the worlds
of white
of black
not there
nor here
but in the ghost bridges
thundering
with wind
perplexed in rains
shivering
in the buffet
of passage
in a blink
like a mirror walk
to forgo
the future talk
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Comments
BettyBuff
Tue, 2013-10-08 06:22
'Ghost Bridges Thundering...'
Wow...your images are so lovely...'ghost bridges thundering with wind...'
I'm giving you a bell when I need to title my novel!
Kudos!
Ells x
Esker
Tue, 2013-10-08 11:59
Thank You BettyB
Now I can see titles from my paragraph line insertions in
the headers!
love this..reminds me of the old days
when they would ask us to delve out
the meanings as to what the poet
is really talking about
Kind of like profiling...
poetic speak of course!!
Ian.T
Tue, 2013-10-08 08:38
Steve
I n e r t i a,
streamed across the voids.
Spilling purpose,
giving definition.
Energy transformed
In the dance of life.
Loved this write as it depicted the effect, not the cause..
Yours Ian.T
.
There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..
Esker
Tue, 2013-10-08 11:58
Awesome ob again mr Ian!
so much of writing is to effect
or an affect
but causes...
another dimension of realms
and writes...
(sometimes wrongs...)