sometimes, when prompted i go out of mind i'm not in yours, or mine but unconfined i roam across the lake into the sky where lambent moonlight yields a resupply
(“out of mind” – 12-4-2014)
sometimes, when prompted i go out of mind i'm not in yours, or mine but unconfined i roam across the lake into the sky where lambent moonlight yields a resupply
(“out of mind” – 12-4-2014)
Beautiful expression…
This is a poem that I feel like I’ve tried to write over and over. Do you ever have that happen?
Absolutely! I’ve even edited poems after I’ve posted them. Sometimes I tweak them and then go back to the original wording. It gets to a point where I just have to let it be. 🙂
i like this, especially the final lines
Thank you, sir. I started with the final lines, oddly enough.
Love this. I often find myself doing this as well.