Hypergraphia 4

HYPERGRAPHIA 4 Ragged winds drag shadows. Dreams harp in their ruins. This is the landscape of a brutal mind. Slung between cradle and deathbed. Beyond the reach of compass. As gypsies light hearts fly home and astray. In empty jars lie surplus remnants of rust and decay. Watching minutes of time chimes delayed and fade. Into sixty seconds of sunset on any given day. Pulling lead weight away. Taking phrased articulation displays. While I keep the rest of my next at bay. Crossing lawns lined laminating. Bread bores .Fields of cotton versions of the same poem. Ashamed borders blameworthy displays. © Kim van Breda—16 November 2015
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Inman Avatar
November 17, 2015 at 8:43 AM
Interesting poem, Kim, smooth flow. Interesting condition as well. Are there three previous writes or will this evolve into HYPERGRAPHIA 5?
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November 17, 2015 at 9:07 AM
Hiya James. Thanks for your visits and encouraging comments. Well.. Hypergraphia started as I think my two "Hypergraphia Word Salads".. somewhere on the Soup.. and then another one. For people like me who write poems obsessively.. it's quite freeing to just write what comes into your head sometimes.. a bit abstract.. but different :) ~~X~~
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November 16, 2015 at 6:01 PM
simply lovely Kim..:), jill
Van Breda Avatar
November 17, 2015 at 9:11 AM
Thanks Jill.. not sure about 'lovely' but different.. :) ~~X~~
Nance Avatar
November 16, 2015 at 6:00 PM
I really liked this :)
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November 17, 2015 at 9:13 AM
Thanks Casarah.. your comments are always valued ~~X~~
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