They run through rivers
23 March 2020
Did you feel
My waking anthem?
It speaks not
It fears not
It crawls alive down mountains
Measured in sentence
The wet tides
They crave beaten shores
Where I dance
Unison
Downtrodden path of danger
The will a stranger
I heed not
The hushed countenance
The words packed
In bosom
Now descending in quivers
They run through rivers
Reading of the poem:
Hush now don’t explain – Billie Holiday
The timeless unwound
10 January 2016
I looked at myself
Within a shadow of frames
Nothing defined me
I looked through myself
Within inner lights’ workings
Everything I was
Sparse in all spaces
A sketch of what was to be
Grown into being
Density of sorts
Popping Russian wooden dolls
One within other
Unwinding layers
Wavering and flickering
Discovering all
A process of sight
Juxtaposition of all
The whispering clues
No process of change
Yet sight itself mutated
Embodied transfers
Axis slow dragged me
On a path of renewal
Soul’s petals unwrapped
I am no longer
Only was all that will be
All that ever was
Water in ocean
The inward switching outward
Ocean in a mole
Transient mutating
Permanent lasting stable
All that lies beneath
The time bound facing
Finding discovering bright
The timeless unwound
Animated (gif) images courtesy of pinterest.com for the first two and lovethispic.com for the last.
Birdie – Abel Korzeniowski
Sunset – Abel Korzeniowski
Stillness of the mind – Abel Korzeniowski
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