PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Having visions spat upon my brow by agonized fancies that take flight and leave me under a spell of white hot coals fired across background imagery.  And what we see is illusion; a holographic delusion that we take to heart as though it were our own vision.  But merely a thought is remains unhatched that has been denied creation.  In the end we force the visions to surface.

Spitting out image

endless torment of a soul

strive for poetry

ceaselessly grasping at straws

finding verse in the mundane