sending a strophe

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Liar
Liar
59 Followers

a strophe
just flow on momentum
arms too tired to type
soon surrender
and let wrists bend
and fingers stretch
for you

for you
pale plastic squares
announce connotation
by agreement
and I push
weak and distant
only applying
gravity

gravity
and currents correlate
to send a cooling mind
sailing down from
endorphine high
and shoot for
other shores
somewhere

somewhere
on a straight line
through a curved world
neatly folded cargo
will arrive unharmed
to spread on glass
what wrists bent
and fingers stretched
painted

painted
with currents
and ingenious ideas
so you will not sense
my too tired arms
but hopefully
my endorphine
and my momentum
that still wields
a strophe
 

Liar
Liar
59 Followers
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WickedEveWickedEvealmost 20 years ago
really good!

I hope you put some hard work into this poem and it didn't take shape too easily. What I'm really saying is that it's good and I'm envious. :)

YDDYDDalmost 20 years ago
Modern Poetry - straight words in a curved world

Transmitting highs by wire,

an excellent description of today's poet computer composing,

and what gets sent and what arrives on the reader's screen.

Fascinating choice of words.

This poet continue to grow and impress.

I like the concept and my favorite strophe is:

"somewhere

on a straight line

through a curved world

neatly folded cargo

will arrive unharmed

to spread on glass

what wrists bent

and fingers stretched

painted"

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