Poem:
Rambunctious, fugitive thoughts rolled in seeking refuge and took roost in the emptiness of my mind, a mischief afoot, but what can be done? The door was open, nothing was going on, how could I refuse? I can feel them fluttering about, their eloquence so light in expressive songs of radiance, a dispersion of rude exactitude, an abundance of inarticulate cool, sparks to light my wondered wandering.
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Wonderful.
🧡 Molly 🧡 ~ indeed!
Brilliant imagery and extended swaths of metaphors come to “roost” in my mind. Remarkable poetry. Thank you for sharing, Paul Vincent Cannon’s work, David.
💝 Suzette 💝 ~ you are so welcome!
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💗 Filipa 💗
‘inarticulate cool’ – perfect
💖 Beth 💖 ~ I agree!
~David
✍Rambunctious, fugitive thoughts rolled in seeking refuge and took roost in the emptiness of my mind,✍
Gritty, menacing, reckless, experimental
On the other hand edgy and lovely
I see so many frames passing through my mind
Fly away fly away
The structure of a story is always how the birds come home too roost
History will tell you.
💜 Abi 💜 ~ yes!
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