Strange Things

by paperdoll   Jan 6, 2005


Half dreams
And lost musings
Come crawling in twos.
Faint stirrings
And memory-less stretchings
Accused.
Vague urgencies
Pushing the moment
To choose.
The quiet engulfs in seamless gloom

A pulsing ache
Sounds in a dreamscape
Removed.
Temporal viewing
For Time to be
Proved.
A shifting
Of focus can leave minds
Askew
Strange things can happen under full moons.

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  • 20 years ago

    by Elizabeth Ann

    Brilliant.... One of those pieces that lean me back in my chair, smiling while I say" yep, she's one of my favorites".

    The possible meanings are limitless. And that's as far as I'd like to go deciphering it.

    I still believe our minds are immeasurable inside their lockbox...and for moments while we write we're forced to open them. And though the result is vague it is never any less mysterious than our last glimpse. And for me, when I find a great talent can be right addictive *smile*.

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