Friday, August 6, 2010

Poetry and the vision of thought

I pour out these words
to describe the state of being
in my head
before I can make them form
the language that you all are speaking
Hours Days weeks at a time they build up
till over washing into this flood plain
of poetry
before fermenting, bubbling, then
coalescing into words that make sense
or seem to

Until I realize I've misunderstood your language again.

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