An electric path--
To be what one was
At trailhead in
Night-sea crossing--
Under the moon
Between black crashes,
Incandescent corridor
Of not-to-be and west
Away from memory.
Something takes flight,
Swift, silver.
Rest of me turns east
And out of night.
Geo, your artistic ability shines brightly in your doodle and poem.
ReplyDeleteLove this!
Such imagery, I love it!
ReplyDeleteThe pictures are great, too.. :)
Margie, Michelle-- Thanks! Unfortunately, post had some sort of technical problem all by itself and pics disappeared. I was able to retrieve the top one.
ReplyDeleteOh I love this. B
ReplyDeleteThought I'd pop in and glad I did.
ReplyDeleteAs always, your poetry leads many ways,with many images. Excellent.
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