PRIMAL FOLIAGE OF WORDS  (12-23-17, Cathedral City ‘Cove’, California)

 
the primal  
foliage  
of subconscious  
feelings  
slowly arises  
up through  
my dreams  
arriving  
beyond them  
in silence  
here now  
to surface  
and either  
resonantly flourish  
or wither  
from some  
internalized drought  
of deficiently seeded  
weak inspiration  
channeled
and filtered  
through me alone
obliquely    
sprouted forth  
from subliminal  
inner realms  
mysteriously into  
newborn forms  
of unexpected  
insightful vision  
whether only  
vaguely symbolic    
or more coherently    
literal  
and directly  
specific  
still nonetheless  
sometimes  
up from this  
inwardly arisen
outwardly reflective
sudden profusion
of semi conscious
expressions
slippery  
ritualistic release
from waking dreamstate  
into open awareness  
wherein new  
insights  
from oblique  
perspectives
of unexpected
direction  
and guidance  
solutions of clarity  
of relative meaning  
may come  
along with this  
other  
mysterious
strange language  
of often  
inspiring  
reflectively moving  
freely gleaned  
whether relatable
or not
muse spun  
creatively
manifested
word leaf foliaged
new born
poems  
which once become
are much
like rocks
in their random
infinite nature
for whether
they are ever
seen  read
heard and felt
or not
they too
like rocks
within
the greater
scheme of things
are nonetheless
still here
patiently awaiting
in their
muted being
the open possibility
of anything
of everything
or nothing
at all