It pours out
Open mouth
Sea breezes
Ink lines curling
Lifting, lofting
From the mouth
Notes
Pouring
Rifts, signs
Nightingale
Gale force
Sea breeze
Slow back
Full force
Pouring
Splashes
On concrete
Top hats
Horse's hoofs
Brick and stone
Pouring
Wondering foe
Fettered friend
To take me
I don't want to go
Not again
Sleep still
Pouring
4 comments:
Wow. Is it a bad dream? Or not being able to sleep?
Art?
Well sorta. Was watching Sherlock Holmes. Kinda mixed that with other stuff. "Pouring" started from thinking about your blog and whether you'd keep writing. My thought was that you can't help it if you are being prodded by this "foe" or "friend" (the internal force that comes and goes at it's own whim)
Oh, cool! I inspired a poem! :)
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