MORNING FOG

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BARD'S SHARDS

 

 

I seek you

I seek the answers

in anemic thwarted attempts

at poesie

 

I can read the page

and stand in awe

blown away in misty mornings

the billows of light oscillate

thru blades of a fan

 

words in full inflection

are bullhorned

across the hall

for all to hear

 

your voice beckons

words vaporizing

like a morning fog

and I find

I must follow

 

allets's picture

Sounds

Like a poetry reading to me. :D


...a

 

georgeschaefer's picture

I have wished I could

I have wished I could vaporize myself at some poetry readings I've done.