SpiritWriter 3,380 #1 Posted February 8, 2013 (edited) I sat to think and could not but in partial bursts that I could barely hold on to. I received an image. It made its impression in my mind and lasted for three seconds. I wrote it as a poem, as the inside of paper folded, before it's turned to chaff. I wonder by its whiff if one could understand. Edited February 8, 2013 by SpiritWriter 3 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Mr. Sister Elle Sade Ai Ni 3,306 #2 Posted February 8, 2013 Brevity and depth. Reading it is a journey where you go though some ground and end up at a place you were not at the beginning. The first stanza very much comes to you in partial bursts, the second is like an image and can be describe with the word "precision", the third is very sweet poetry, and the final ties it all up in surrealism. 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites