Slow motion afternoon

Colliding in slow motion afternoon,
igniting late sinking snow with sun,
I dare all I can understand or interpret
to surprise me, to entice me, to dance.

I am last man standing deep in time,
flaying perception with talons of woe.
I am the I that dies within these words,
I am the manic need to be evident.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2011-02-06 at 14:51

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NicholasG
The last line could be the artists mantra.
Thanks Bob. My thoughts have been provoked :-)
Nick
2011-02-06