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Jagged Pirouette
A meditative line
designed
to find
the new forms of the soul,
Inscribed/infused
into
the
vibe of the scribe,
Ambrosia wine
imbibed,
from
an original vine,
Medicine -
for
this
trying time,
Where there
is
no
time to die,
No time
to
lie
Beneath a leaf
Falling
From
The
Sky.
Published 5th Sep 2021
Author's Note
... I was thinking of poetic forms and writing in general, and how, as you all know...
It adds so much to our lives.
It adds so much to our lives.
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5th Sep 2021 3:30pm
beautiful dearest Cipher I love this
I love trees I miss days like you described here
I walk in orchards quite a bit
connecting with what is around me....
I love this...
I love trees I miss days like you described here
I walk in orchards quite a bit
connecting with what is around me....
I love this...
5th Sep 2021 5:39pm
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5th Sep 2021 7:21pm
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6th Sep 2021 2:09pm
R
... This comment reminds me of your write "when I found the skies they seemed an atlas", in the sense that... In the poem you breathed in the elements of your astral surroundings, while exhaling as a storm.
(This just vibrating with interactional energies. Very expansive, cosmic energies.)
... The idea that you display the ability to make such travels, speaks to your point about everything being connected. And if everything is connected and accessible... Well, traveling the Universe seems like a pretty cool thing to do.:)))
... But yes.. The interactional nature. As though we have evoked the universe, which was once above to our below, as the microcosm, and invoked an entire micro/macro dynamic, within ourselves, where we are both... Micro & Macro...
Where we speak to and from... The poetry.
... I agree with you. Poetry is the oldest form of passing language. That is such a powerful observation.
Thank you for the treasures which you endow me with, always.
... This comment reminds me of your write "when I found the skies they seemed an atlas", in the sense that... In the poem you breathed in the elements of your astral surroundings, while exhaling as a storm.
(This just vibrating with interactional energies. Very expansive, cosmic energies.)
... The idea that you display the ability to make such travels, speaks to your point about everything being connected. And if everything is connected and accessible... Well, traveling the Universe seems like a pretty cool thing to do.:)))
... But yes.. The interactional nature. As though we have evoked the universe, which was once above to our below, as the microcosm, and invoked an entire micro/macro dynamic, within ourselves, where we are both... Micro & Macro...
Where we speak to and from... The poetry.
... I agree with you. Poetry is the oldest form of passing language. That is such a powerful observation.
Thank you for the treasures which you endow me with, always.
6th Sep 2021 6:35am
Excellent use of crisp lines ... line breaks ... sustains the flow of the poem ... of the course the theme is my poetic catnip ... well penned Cipher ...
6th Sep 2021 2:10pm
Anonymous
6th Sep 2021 9:09am
Wholly beautiful ... Title, visual and the poem itself.... terrifically created....
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6th Sep 2021 2:11pm
