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potential Mind is landlocked Path blocked Inner river – dammed up Dammit Caught between cloud and parched earth seed and the fruit circular pursuit Proverbial rock and hard place Must erode to cleave new space Thoughts ebb and flow Echo oceans tide Yearning for the deep and wide Vast sea tugging from imagined shore Her salt feeds My thirst for …

“Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage” – Shakespeare Mcbeth Velvet curtain raises ENTER Sula stage left How much of my part is written? How much am I free to ad lib? Are my movements and words authentic Or a trifle too practiced and glib? Do I have any say …

I guess it’s easier to keep up with thoughts typing but there’s something special about pen and paper.  The 2 poems below are for the poetry competition which I reblogged earlier this month, they had to contain the words dusk and / or dawn.  I’m not sure which is better so submitted both.  I struggled with this challenge for days …

I like the view From the balcony of her mind waves of thought glinting reflections sense of light sense of right Dolphin ideas surface for seconds fleeting glimpses of another world soul searches blue beyond for another trace of almost imagined perfect fluid thought her white sailed truth untethered by sea or sky I leave with a sense of sunlight …

My dull winged moth thoughts circle light in dumb pursuit until singed husk falls broken a meager sacrifice beneath the goal of brilliant understanding I would prefer Leopard cognisance Solid muscle stalking truth to pounce with purpose and consume still pulsing food of knowledge When this ‘poem’ was first bouncing in my head.  I was going to use a butterfly …