New Member of the Month – SEPTEMBER 2020

A thoughts just not enough
I need more of a taste
That's how I've found myself here in the first place
Suspended...
In the deep pockets of poetry
Is it my thoughts of a spoken mind
A conversation piece otherwise confined
Entewined just to come back together
Bonded from fragmented ideas that just pour out of me like a molten metal
That settle into form this volcanic art
Is it still a thought if the words are spoken?
Is it still a treasure if it's tarnished and broken?
What exactly is lifes purpose?
Inspirations of places unexplored
Now float to the surface  
Featherlike serrations and word imitations
A tongue that wags without limitations
This is spontaneous combustion
My heart foundation is breaching it's walls
I love to watch these letters fall
And brand themselves onto these pages
The bars bend on these primordial cages
So I'm able to slide... and write on through
And reach into you
These lines in your mind will find their home
Hidden spaces largely unknown
They break free
The sages blow through these crooked tree's  
And I believe in the scattered leaves
 
                                                       ELI

There is a deer here
.....veers from the head lamps
And shoots his sweltering skin
He slows
And feels alive
His chest heaves
The onslaught of branches
A rocking chair

he is swaddled by the darkness

.....has shed the light