aha!
sat looser this time
in the armchair
blankets scattered about
but I was angry
scattered about
saw the dips
felt the song
tasted the drive
heard the hounds-tooth blanket
envelope me
I got lost again
but when I returned
there was nothing
to return to
no further wave
no crescendo
where did it go?
just the blankets
left round the cushion
rucked untidy and beautiful
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
part of … oh
identity wormhole: “bring in as many / different types of leaf / as you can find”
letting go wormhole: phantom / stranger
sitting wormhole: far better
Oh, so that’s how it goes…..
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It’s being repositioned in sleep. Waking up in wonderland, when kindness makes us forgive. Where does it go, the lava waiting to explode…? Some call it god…it’s not under the bed or the chair where the monsters usually go, till like a WordPress poet tweets, we realize it’s not under the bed, it’s within. Were god, and the monster are.
You make me wonder of this place.
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… this seems to fit because I like to place the wonder
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nah, that’s how it WENT; then I wrote it down and it went into NeverNever Land; still I’m still here …
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Yet were is the bad feeling, the anger? where does that vanish to? somehow, when I read your poem, I know where it goes. I like to know, well not know, just imagine. haha.
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Awesome…
I got lost again
but when I returned
there was nothing
to return to
no further wave
no crescendo
where did it go?
Yes, where DID it go?
Where?
I’ve sat in that chair
The hounds-tooth nipping at my heels (heals? 😉)…
Hope you have an awesome weekend! 💋
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ah, yes, excellent – the trip of heals, the hunter becomes the cure, the hunted goes to sleep peacefully …
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aha! 💋
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oho!
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Ha ha! 💋
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Can’t wait to talk to you again, M.
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