VACCINIUS
The son be fun

Innocence

A terrible shield.
The peanut cracks easily.
To taste – spear and sword.

Or:

Thought Air
Your thinking deep
is where you sleep.
Your window is
reflecting this.
The window's a frame
to the being of name.
When open, the air
to the being is fair.



NOTE :

This poem is referred to on the blog hop of dVerse
| here |.

7 comments:

  1. Cryptic, these thoughts that range so diversely. I like the juxtaposition of "air" and "being."

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  2. So original, so unique, metaphysical. I really liked this very much. The composition and structure very clever. Well done.

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  3. The window as reflection is perfect... are we looking out or are we seing ourselves.

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