troika
forma obscura
form from water's wash to unflinching granite's face
all in plasma flowing splintered limb and milk of kindness
shattered by passing passion and cast in shape new and unknown
place indefinate
place a place or not at all - difference is everything
moved by circumstance and rooted in vice without reason
journey constant and needed in stagnation's stead
mood flux
mood an ever changing mural of colours so deep
arrived and departed without reason or bidding
ruler of all when in fullsail, quiet joy in womb of thought
forma obscura
form from water's wash to unflinching granite's face
all in plasma flowing splintered limb and milk of kindness
shattered by passing passion and cast in shape new and unknown
place indefinate
place a place or not at all - difference is everything
moved by circumstance and rooted in vice without reason
journey constant and needed in stagnation's stead
mood flux
mood an ever changing mural of colours so deep
arrived and departed without reason or bidding
ruler of all when in fullsail, quiet joy in womb of thought
posted by David at 3:52 PM
2 Comments:
mood flux is my favourite, though they are all attractive in their own way.
This poem reminded me of a piece paper which has been crushed into a ball and then partially flattened again.
Jumbled and confused and yet you can see a pattern underneath.
If that was your aim, this is great. If more clarity was your aim then some gentle editing is in order.
All in all I'm really impressed by the form you chose, it shows a maturity of which I am quite fond.
Stu
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