I am not a concept.
Though my feet
Leave no trace
On the sand
I set them on.
Don’t try
Let loose of me,
For in your brain
I find solace
Worth the credence
Of the heaviest body
In your brain
I am more than a concept
I am a developed idea.
A whole.
Perceived by all of your senses,
I am emotions.
Filtered through your wits
Embraced by your intellect
I fear,
Once outside of your mind,
My scheme won’t be as solid
To leave a trace
In the time and space
Framing our existence.
Can an idea scratch the soul?
"pig correspondence", A New Collection of Poems
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Here at Lulu our Nickel Hole Press have just published *pig correspondence*,
a book of poems from a few years ago. This will be on Amazon in a few
weeks. ...
4 years ago
1 comment:
yes, an idea can indeed scratch the soul, and sometimes even scar it.
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