PROSE POEM happenings
to make beautiful sounds pass the lips from recollections,thin&frail,figments of imagination ,particles of memory to perfect a thought,a fleeting impression.... to leap to freedom from the vague ill lit rooms of posterity into the sunlight of the moment. ...those illusive ephemeral transient,short-lived just in the moment happenings .. does inspiration flow from memory's sieve to fill a line,...do you see a fly-away image,drift into the mind's eye then rest ,and remain in this ethereal domain,momentary ...and then berths as memory stimulates
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