eyes paint a patch
of a dying man
a living man
and the burden
of the ground
i am led by a leash
with the crown of flowers
my chest pounds a rhythm
in unsounded chambers
a comedian crows
in the hall of denial
and i steady the eye
but running remains
pain is flexible
when commands
when wit
forgets
the ease of strange
and the revenge
of discipline
paints
pictures
with that roving eye
and the world
weights
on my face
with a whip
and
a leash
night clouds
prettier
than metaphors
catch the eye
and frightened freedom
becomes
mystical paintings
of blind
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You are incredible.
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one of those days when I need to keep visiting your words...
So amazing
Lynda
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Each stanza gives a gift, so fitting with the picture just digested in the last, yet so fresh. The pattern that knocks me out is "...the ease of strange and the revenge of discipline paints pictures
with that roving eye..." I read that time and again in total awe of the composition. Bravo, maybe my all time fave.
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Sometimes your genius blows me away. Love this:
prettier
than metaphors
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Now I remember why I love your work... stunning.
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