Daily Archives: August 13, 2013

Kneading Play-doh into poetry

Originally posted on The ancient eavesdropper:
Presently, my brain needs to knead an idea, inner muse a masseuse managing to massage moments into meaning. What odd finger-like folds apply pressure to perception, pushing me to pause and position my pathos like acupuncture…

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Brick & mortar morning

I awake, turn on the cold tap water & splash this sleepy face, my tongue setting like a ton of bricks, Mr. Sandman’s mortar sticking to my lids.

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Consciousness eclipsed

Originally posted on The ancient eavesdropper:
A brief rift between dream states of shadowy shape-shifts, a mental lapse eclipsed  by both sun and moon, so weightless, we shed our own self-awareness.

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