Steady Flow
By skinner_jennifer
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Moving through a Kaleidoscopic dream;
trying to catch the colours as they drift,
impossible to seize...teasing a pensive mind,
a steady motion shifting...free-flowing,
like the azure; oceanic tide swells then ebbs.
Floating through the chinks of my digits,
a billowy mass...cloistered from the sane;
laughing hysterically at my own vision,
though madness is not a diversion I
perceive...just a quintessential poetic idea.
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and what is that idea? or
and what is that idea? or ideal? A steady flow right enough.
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I loved this because it
I loved this because it reminds me of the feelings I have about waking with some elusive thoughts and ideas for poems which disappear before I can catch them. I enjoyed the intangible somethingness of your poem.
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Trying to grab the floating
Trying to grab the floating materials inside the mind, as Donovan said 'ah but you might as well try to catch the wind.' Always worth a try. Good poem. I like it when you are 'laughing hysterically at my own vision' the good-natured reality of your experience Elsie
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captureing a floating
captureing a floating dreaminess, with the amusement at the happy nonsensicalness of it!
Rhiannon
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So sorry I got to this one
So sorry I got to this one late, Jenny.
Wonderful writing, and a poem that begs to be read out loud. It is very clear to me how much you enjoyed writing this; it shows in every letter, every delicious syllable, each delightful word.
Very, very much enjoyed.
Tina
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