Long fingers
Tripping
Over strings of metal
Weaving music
From some other
Plane
Of existence
The Holiest of Holies
Radiates
From his face
Shhh
Listen
-- Original poem written for Poetry Geist
Question: ‘My comrades and I read your poems and didn’t understand anything.’Answer: ‘You must choose more clever comrades.’
1 comment:
Thanks again, Jayne.
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