a building eclipsing the sun and sending rays visibly overtaking it's tip, a concrete floor, cracked and exposing the grip of life, what we call weeds, an entire strain of evolutionary proof; the giver with the gift of hope; the priest of gaian life; the midwife of life, it calls it hope; it calls it gift; it calls it a chance to live... a tree standing tall on a mountain peak the time is dusk the moon is full; the stars dwarfed by the reflection of the sun it's reflection ripples and breaks on a lake; a bird swoops swiftly; catches a stray fish gone in the night a poet sits and writes pen flowing like ink, minds making me think echoes of thoughts distilled and peaked; funneled and leaked, dripping into the lake of my mind's landscape ripples and tides, trickle spittle on sides, breaching beaches of bides, brushing toes of my guides a reflection of my own minds eye is it the sun or the moon or the stars or the sky is it the sight of my life or just a joke, just a "guy," just a what? just a note; a reminder of I where was I?
I really enjoyed this. The imagry was fantastic. But sometimes the flow was thrown off. It would be perfect if you work on the rythem a little. other than that i loved it. Keep writing so i have something worth reading. <3Jen
thank you. and yeah, you're right, going over it i noticed it too, would definitely change a few things where was I? I think that I was trying to fly coughing/choking/drowning on the what and the why and it's gone; blown like a leaf in the wind -like a salmon upstream, my mind tilts and i swim and my journey begins (I thought i would add the ending to this) thank you! Evan
