much too hot to touch it, send a
paddle-shock to the system
the first true word: "I"
echoing over the world
as it self-creates
each ray of light
brings brightness to the next,
a cascading tsunami of
brilliant awakening
all these many things
that become a city
you & I meeting, everyone
meeting, at last.
Author notes
I was going through an old notebook. Found some scraps and filled them out into this poem. It's more in my old non-concrete style, but even though I know it's not as good of poetry as more concrete poetry, I just like writing it better somehow. Nostalgia fits into it too, I guess.
How do you think it flows?
Comments
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(Hoodwinked!)
Poetic Bandits
First stanza stands alone in strength of thought. If expanded it would have a Godlike connectioon.
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i think , apart from nostalgia, this has a spiritual inclination to have a universal appeal as psychic being is a part of cosmic being....enjoyed it
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it is nice to see the earlier work, i enjoy (sometimes i cringe tho) the stuff from my first journals - tells me where i was, spiritually, emotionally. And i have to agree about nostalgia, but thats because i am getting too old to have much more of a future.
blessings and best wishes,
~richard
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