Friday, September 16, 2016

between synapses


my excerised caution
has been limited
requiring adjustment
and turtorial tuning

someone offered stepping stones
i preferred throwing
rocks
we all break a window now and then
breath is life

the latest always
comes to soon - like an
expansion bridge between synapses
and current pencil shavings

we write
for a reason - the same reason
we sip gutter wine
and recover on black coffee

dark spaces
harbor a light we can not see
through paned and semi-
stained glass

bkmackenzie
2016


Posted at the Poetry Pantry.  Poets United. 

20 comments:

  1. dark spaces harboring light make me think of the night and its stars...

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    1. Thank you for your feedback Sumana...bkm

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  2. The areas of misery in life does well in claiming the entrance of light

    Happy Sunday

    much love...

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  3. This is wonderful writing. I especially love those closing lines - the light we cannot see............loved it.

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  4. we all break a window now and then
    breath is life

    Love this!!

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  5. Yes, we do indeed all write for a reason....... I especially like the second last stanza - drinking gutter wine and recovering on black coffee. Alas, I am sure oftentimes the comparison with writing is apt.

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  6. I think life necessitates that we break a window every now and again..perhaps it lets the air in and helps us take a fresh breath..so much vivid imagery here - the gutter wine particularly

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    1. I really appreciate your feedback thank you...bkm

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  7. The second stanza stood out for me, and maybe that's why I love to write so much

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    1. Writing is good therapy...it is breath...bkm

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  8. we write
    for a reason - the same reason
    we sip gutter wine
    and recover on black coffee................liked this.

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  9. United and forward. With this by my side

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  10. Beautiful! I love it all, last verse in partocular.

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