In punctuation
31 August 2017
Erasure
Obliteration
Inside me
Doves fly free
Outside borders now shaken
Through vows we’ve taken
You fly high
Your shape dark tattoo
Etheric
Composure
Minutes before disclosure
Tale of who is who
Vibration
Energy coursing
Through my skin
Subdued din
Voices hoarse together sing
Branding face with wing
We summed them
In punctuation
Dots in cross
Cross in dash
Marble now crumbling to ash
Fragments of unseen
Reading of the poem:
Every day I have the Blues – Blues Dealers
Night Time is the right Time – Blues Dealers
You don’t Love me – Blues Dealers
syl got there first. I can only repeat ‘mesmerising’
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Thank you Derrick 🙂
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Mesmerizing!
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Thank you for liking and commenting Syl 🙂
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You’re welcome, Geetha! Have a nice weekend 🙂
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Thanks and you too Syl 🙂
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You’re welcome and thank you 😊
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It reads 2d.
When you read it your voice, your inflection, your timbre – all of these together enable it to breathe.
It becomes something with height, width (achieved via the printed page) and (due to your recording) depth.
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Thank you for your enlightening comment my friend 🙂
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