Rhythms

rushing water`

riding the currents

sleeping through storms

treading water in the dark

~

sparks of harmonics

fly from my pen

~

my hand

the sentient animal

of my

heart

~

~

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14 responses

  1. Lovely how sounds tremble in your words, sparks from your pen. There is a very natural sense of you–you in the midst of sights and sounds and storms and rivers flowing unimpeded. Which is as it should be.

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    • Thank you George. When things are stirred up from the bottom, and top and bottom are turned upside which way, I’m so grateful to have this creative expression…

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  2. What you are able to convey with such a judicious of words is a rare and wonderful talent, admired by this clunky old prose writer. “Treading water in the dark…” Awesomely and hauntingly beautiful! Good work.

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  3. your poems always arouse wonder … they’re written deeply without losing their lightness of bearing. tony

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    • I suppose so, Geo Sans…The task of knowing my self… and trusting.
      Thank you, as always, for your thoughtful commenting. It’s usually a twist, a spin, a different door.

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