Post Scriptum
4 April 2016
In dreamtime
I walk outside me
Cotton buds
Landing zone
We master the skills we hone
Life hammering tool
Wishing wells
Alice falling slow
Fading goal
Bottomless
The ink reminder of space
The whole from the trace
Dying race
Blue kingdoms thrones lay
Barter’s point
Enchantment
Rituals practice of hand
More than mere demand
Writing notes
I compose lyrics
Unsung odes
Coursing through
Stimuli from electrodes
On my steel body
The living
Artificial world
It sinks heart
In puddles
The racing mind all muddles
Three cooks sip the broth
Seven sins
They speak together
Voices clear
Speak through fear
Confusing all I hold dear
With remnants of spate
Post scriptum
Unchain Queen of Hearts
She once wept
Eye’s desires
Dragon stoked the dying fires
While she rattled veins
Reading of the poem:
Air – The White Birch
The Hours – The White Birch
Atlantis – The White Birch
I liked the Alice link, too. She is, incidentally, buried in Lyndhurst, quite close to us.
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How lucky you are to be so close to her 😀
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By all accounts she wasn’t actually very nice
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I guess that when you live with your head in an imaginary world you don’t conform to social norms which sometimes can then turn you into a not so nice person. A question of action and reaction considering all parties emotions.
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A dreamy theme emerging today!
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Yes dreamtime is very strong sometimes 🙂
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I love the Alice in Wonderland tie in.
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Thank you Tosha 🙂 I am a big fan of Alice in Wonderland as I feel a very strong kinship to her world
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You’re welcome. I’m a big fan of both you and Alice xo
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What a lovely compliment, thank you xoxo
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You’re welcome. xo
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