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Writing experiment III

In the morning, I pick up the lock, to my heart.
At least I keep trying.
At noon, I recall the nectar of the moon.
Have you felt how the lotus bud opens in your empty hands?
In the evening, I wash my hands, with my tears.
I don't sleep at night, because of the thunderstorm, in my head.


Into my heart and out of my head...
Unheard dreams find their refuge even
Unattended thoughts scatter like clouds
Skip the heart focus on navel gazing! Eh.

At night matters of the heart come to light
What matters is the life we create inside
The hands of time ... everything else ceases
To exist when you close your eyes: Sleep!
Tomorrow you can think about your lotus seeds
While the roots remain where they belong, You
don't need to become one with the mud. Breath


Poetry by night soul woman The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-02-19 at 18:41

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Karl Johan Lindrup Olesen
Very, very exciting poem. I would call it advanced poetry.

Mick Bean
A very good read. I like this one

jim The PoetBay support member heart!
This manages to be both romantic/sensual, and practical. Partly erotic ("Have you felt how the lotus bud opens in your empty hands?"), partly advice column ("Skip the heart focus on navel gazing! Eh.").

But I see it *in toto* as a sensual (sensory) exploration, or, rather, experiment, very well written. The "nectar of the moon" is particularly "you." Who else could squeeze juice from a rock? I mean that sincerely.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
this is beautiful, nsw. when you put your words into this form they are transformed into . . . poetry!

lovely, dreamy, luscious, tranquil


i like this very, very much. this goes into bookmarks