Purple Chorus

stars on top of each other,

leaves and pods bouncing on air,

enjoying the pure inhalations and my surroundings –

feet firmly on the earth…

 

outside my body

as much as in…

a golden aureole vibrating like a candle flicker,

harmonising as the conductor to my choir…

 

the hand writes as the mind manifests –

alive and dead,

one

whole.

 

© Heath Muchena, 2014

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2 Comments on “Purple Chorus”

  1. This is a wonderful poem on your poetics 🙂

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