Deathpoem by Shinsui – 1769
she’s all soul, sound, and sea churn,
a transcendent conscience reborn,
a graceful slowing of tempo
new world fire leaves old world ashes
her rubied mouth spills leitmotifs of
letdowns, loneliness, languishing pulse.
Can she hear my voice added to her song?
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Inspired by Ron’s recent take on the Sevenling form.
"If you talk to God you're religious. If God talks to you, you're psychotic."
Throwing my soul into the cosmos.
Gallery of Photography
Writing and Stuff by Chris Hall - Storyteller and Accidental Blogger
Aooga, Aooga - here there be prompts, so dive right in
But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for
Hotwife and Cuckold stories without (much) humiliation
Poems and stuff from a mostly carbon dude.
Apophenia and creativity in poetry
Poems and stuff from a mostly carbon dude.
