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Masterclass of Rivulets
The window pane
is a frame
for her pain,
Pensive profound
is the sound
of her domain
of
Silence
in
Rivulets of rain:
Her mind -
classically trained,
[A nameless grace -
A faceless face]
in the place
where her
Hand
meets
the
Pen
To ascend
&
Descend
Into something sage,
something silken,
[like secrets unsaid]
Something to begin
the
journey
into
the
Sacred.
Published 21st Oct 2021
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21st Oct 2021 2:24pm
your form compliments the images beautifully; lovely ''nameless grace - a faceless face' moving to 'into something sage..'' you really do bring us through crescendos and decrescendos masterfully. I breathed with your poem.
24th Oct 2021 1:48pm
21st Oct 2021 3:05pm
The ebbs and flows through the fluidity of thought, emotion, expression and the absolute cherished notion of revealing or revelation...
You're part shaman part poet part mad scientist part gate keeper....all wordsmith.
Rivulets of revelation, indeed.
I'm deeply moved, my friend
🌹 - B
You're part shaman part poet part mad scientist part gate keeper....all wordsmith.
Rivulets of revelation, indeed.
I'm deeply moved, my friend
🌹 - B
24th Oct 2021 1:51pm
