Incarnate Muse
...I write of art that stupefies,
I, who would immortalize new fire, new reflection...
one that weaves a thread of elegance,
who does not make of smoldering solitude
a shill for anyone who passes by.
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Categories:
spadeful, inspiration,
Form: Free verse
Seed Bed Continues
...A sprawling mattress of mud in grumbling sun
Crumbs of womb left where life's plow had run
Here the mind forked in spadeful of thoughts
Denuding it of weed, and competitive reason
Ideas prancing from...
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Categories:
spadeful, philosophy, sky,
Form: Verse