flies too high for others
Caught in mid-motion
angst proportional druthers
A sense to be soaring
though be it with rage
Let the score on the canvas
hop on to the page
If a cleared head makes irony
scale upon scale
Who's to say that the tooth
needs to follow the nail?
From binary, finery,
take pieces apart
And finish much later
what thought pulled apart
As we gaze from the marble
a flute in our hand
Makes a welcomed envision
for a brush to crash land
A story repeated in
hundreds of ways
Tells not what the eye sees
but a fuelled heart portrays
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13 comments:
lovely, so very well-thought out creatively and well written.
brava!
Cleverly written, and a good reason for me to shake the dust out of my brain and think!
Whose to say, indeed.
Love it.
You do seem to have a fueled heart - congratulations...
Who needs to say the tooth needs to follow the nail...I'll be thinking about that all day...
Yes, who is to to say what makes sense and waht doesn't? I loved some of your rhymes and I learned a new word - druthers!
If this is 'lazy mode' ... I can't fathom you in 'full speed ahead mode!'
Fuelled by the contents of the flute, perhaps, when all ideas seem brilliant. Clever take:-)
This is so full of nuggets, or, to slice another loaf: like a chocolate croissant, when you land on the bits of choc inside [never enough].
If I had my druthers, I would have words and phrases like this bubbling up non-stop.
Delightful - a fueled heart
This poem is so full of fabulous pieces, Lena. I love the ins and outs of the entire work. Very well crafted and a joy to read and read again. Thank you for sharing. =D
A clever write Lena - so much truth there.
Anna :o]
Well captured. Love it!
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