Patternista Stylized
Always A Palettes of
Angling Architecture
For
Design Will Rise
Tics Accentuate
Of
Speech And The shades
Reflecting Of
charcoal
Gapless A Tint
Solemnity Solace
Opens
to Ward Welcomes
The
arms Silencing
Of
Peace To View
Poster Art
Arranged in Collaboration
A master and apprentice
Stirring light
Your Eyes
Your spirit
My eyes
My face
Bewitched
Bothered
And Betrothed
To every specie
Of wonderment
Within such a frame
Skin connects,
In conjecture,
A conjunction
Of space in time
The static charge
Lit
And the dancing
Emptiness;
Tibia to Torso
Fibula to Jaw,
That wasteland of promise
Alive at last.
A
prism
A
gaze
A
crystalline
Grasp
at time
Broken
Yet
unashamed
A
chalice
Filled
with sorrow
We drank so very slow
Dry containment
Virtue stained
Plaster
of
My
wilderness
Cast
aside
As
Echoic Thoughts
Singe Spatial Design
Liked your use of architecture in this one, from the way you set it up to that which you used, connecting all from time and space to ones legs and face..haha...did you go all Bewitched and wiggle your nose, I here that works better than curling your toes.
ReplyDeleteI love this poem, its architecture, its messages, and especially 'Broken/Yet unashamed'. A real visceral reaction to this one so I don't have the right words.
ReplyDeleteThe structure of this poem is outstanding!
ReplyDelete"Tibia to Torso
ReplyDeleteFibula to Jaw,
That wasteland of promise
Alive at last."
That is incredibly cool.
wicked poem man...the structure is art itself, but then within you have some really amazing lines...a few of which have already been pointed out but really top notch
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