Nothing To Report
Magnetic pulsations heighten at crown,
even as we go about daily chores.
As a receptor, we humbly bend down,
heart ever eager, to yet receive more,
when we feel a knot open hidden doors,
distinctly heard, as a resounding click,
which we know by now, is not a mind trick.
Though we know not yet, what is its import,
wisdom downloads being subtle and slick;
something happened, yet nothing to report.
16-July-2021
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
