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library -lamped bookish in flagrant deckle and orange leaf
/ .. redacted circa1971 (coral fortunae)
lay it still; my glasses broke and the young lined up
…masses of the ocean, the oceanography students lay their light on dynamic systems
underlying movement, underlying statics and booked files, flipped pages
shore-lying system s, pond-lives,
their vibrant precedents …coral-social thick that skin envelopes.
Bury-take a piece o this city,
a little bit to be adored,
little bit,s like
wipe away eye that holds some congealing wake,
steam from fingertips.
solicitous yawning in which their was a switch that could just make it happen
and their lips within
studious halls beckons
lay it still; my glasses broke and the young lined up
…masses of the ocean, the oceanography students lay their light on dynamic systems
underlying movement, underlying statics and booked files, flipped pages
shore-lying system s, pond-lives,
their vibrant precedents …coral-social thick that skin envelopes.
Bury-take a piece o this city,
a little bit to be adored,
little bit,s like
wipe away eye that holds some congealing wake,
steam from fingertips.
solicitous yawning in which their was a switch that could just make it happen
and their lips within
studious halls beckons
Published 20th Dec 2019
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20th Dec 2019 10:12pm
20th Dec 2019 10:27pm
21st Dec 2019 11:14am
vibrant descripts of the coral environs...bubbling fresh & coming alive in bright hues & aquamarine... from the sepiatic pages of the bookish timeless treasures ...reads as if the vibrance is such in the trying in the sequences, scenes you space them so vividly theatric , that its resuscitating to throbbing steaming fervours of life ..back again ..yet again...
juz adoring this part esp. , the title & a whole this striking scribe:
" little bit,s like
wipe away eye that holds some congealing wake,
steam from fingertips.
solicitous yawning in which their was a switch that could just make it happen
and their lips within
studious halls beckons"
could see the spread out 's' doing something magical ..as your whole conveyance is ev..
write on shine on more such ..love your unique poetics :)
juz adoring this part esp. , the title & a whole this striking scribe:
" little bit,s like
wipe away eye that holds some congealing wake,
steam from fingertips.
solicitous yawning in which their was a switch that could just make it happen
and their lips within
studious halls beckons"
could see the spread out 's' doing something magical ..as your whole conveyance is ev..
write on shine on more such ..love your unique poetics :)
21st Dec 2019 9:42pm
thank you for your comments and support. honestly i would write for your comments alone. you are an amazing utterly inspiring writer and i wish i could was able respond in kind. thank youxx
5th Jan 2020 8:20pm
Fascinating. I love Uma's insights, as always. She is such a brilliant dynamo.
You touch into details through a mirror of metaphor that has emanations of sensitivity to your environs, a careful awareness of experience, translating into the precision of your observations, which are striking, grabbing in their creative detail. I really enjoy ruminating upon your meanings, admiring your word play. Thank you for joining us here on the DU.
You touch into details through a mirror of metaphor that has emanations of sensitivity to your environs, a careful awareness of experience, translating into the precision of your observations, which are striking, grabbing in their creative detail. I really enjoy ruminating upon your meanings, admiring your word play. Thank you for joining us here on the DU.
10th Jan 2020 10:51am
10th Feb 2020 10:59pm
30th Mar 2020 10:22pm
I inhale this experience...and musty pages, colored by irredecent scales and aqua marine...orange flicks of back and forth swish....
An escape for overload, minds juxtaposed to bodies
Wire rims useless and on an oak table
An escape for overload, minds juxtaposed to bodies
Wire rims useless and on an oak table
