Tuesday, 19 April 2011


I'll pen a little poem

maybe a Sonnet to stun

for the first few lines and then

turn in a new direction;

settling some innocent frame,

feeling for slowing the pace,

spinning a gut or a brain,

spiraling up and away.

Can we word-walk a moment

stuttering fast but metric,

capturing meaning from sense,

rippling along - majestic.

Smaller – growing bigger -

galaxy - nebula - Star.

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