Purple Chorus
Posted: March 18, 2014 Filed under: Words In Imaginary Motion 2 Commentsstars 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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This is a wonderful poem on your poetics 🙂
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