resignations of an untainted mind
the psithurism through the treessound as though tiny feet
are dancing across the leaves
my mind is occupied
with tea kettles, nature walks
and unconnected lines of verse
kindred minds beguile,
smiling lips never lie
and words never die
i keep trying to define my "self"
through my words,
records of my ideas,
verbial constructions
of mind-thoughts
reoccurring thoughts
wipe clean
the reflection of "self identity"
as mirrors reflect images
1/4/14
Poetry by Thomas Perdue
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Written on 2014-01-13 at 02:15
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