I read overread, skim-read, d a n c e & r a e d . and, while r e a d i n g b e t w e e n t h e l i n e s I keep losing my t r a i n o f t o g t h u h . . I don’t wanna read overread— or misread ! d r i n k & r a e d . . . S o , I w r i t e *********** It’s been a while since my last post (Or my last writing activity, for that matter) Now, slooowly, getting back to writing mood Please bear with me - While I invoke my Free verse muse Happy to be back, beautiful, naughty, dark & clever WordPress souls !
words are words and g o r g e o u s w o r d s words of wisdom, h a r d c o r e w o r d s wicked weathered s a v a g e s e n t i e n t sassy silver sage, w i l d w o r d s words, are words, o d d- f l a v o u r e d w o r d s foreign sexy e x o t i c c l a s s y lusting after them— t h o s e m e a n i n g f u l w o r d s words, all words, j u s t m a r r i e d w i t h w o r d s * * * wishing you all a wildly poetic and word-lusty 2022 🤍 * * *
rarity gravity willowy s i g t h s sensing the fears that pierce through your body mind soul and thy h e a r t * rarity gravity magical n i g t h s drying these tears all sensing the fears that pierce through the body mind soul and my h e a r t * rarity gravity subdued star l i g h t tearful, silent, day-dreaming we stumble on willowy s i g h t s * drunk with wild wonders day-dreaming we tumble, we write, dream, still, humble, f l o a t , w e i g h t l e s s , t o n i g h t
I gladly lent you my v o i c e The one you borrowed while you were still learning to s i n g We played air guitar with long, restless f i n g e r s No music, not even random notes, coming out of those make-belief s t r i n g s With ingenuity, we birthed a lyric-less and odd-tuned a n t h e m a l l v i b e , r a r e s o u n d , For this, our imaginary ensemble of dreamy-eyed s o u l s
“literary glimpses” on Spillwords
I am happy to share some good news with you, as my poem “literary glimpses” has just been published by Spillwords.
You can read it here:
With this poem I wanted to pay homage to poetic and fictional works—as they become safe spaces where writers and readers alike can fulfil their desires, and ultimately enact their true identities.
Through the act of reading literary works, we can get a glimpse of these dreams and desires, and of all those perhaps idealised versions of ourselves (writers) in relation to others (readers).
Feel free to like the poem on the Spillwords page if you feel so inclined 🤍.
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