A word before you read

I am not really a poet and these are mere attempts to write poetry. I would conveniently call them free verse to escape criticism. I feel an urge to express an idea or a deep feeling or strong emotion or just describe a scene. The result is what you see.

Friday, June 15, 2018

Brewing Sounds


The ooze wells and swells
the womby head, gleams
with revolving images
swirls into narrow scripts 
suspended in eternal motion 
refusing to drip and splash 
running ants on white. 

A drop breaks loose
splatters shapes and sense.

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