Like a psychedelic memory
a raw electric experiment
a junk dream
her life approaches grace
as if it were the vivid silhouette
of a dazzling half-drunk angel
an absurd shimmering miasma
lost in inner space.
Brenda Warren
This is an older piece that I reworked for today. My muse is resting.
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This is lovely, Brenda – the images are so vivid.
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Thank you, Sharon!
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I love the dark atmosphere that you created. Well done Poet!
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Thank you!
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