A FLOW STATE
Browsing poetry archive, I’m out on a limb, a paralyzed one.
I don’t even have a voice for my Verse if that’s what you call it.
I cant find my voice among the verses. Will you gift to me your voice so I can Lilt a rhyming song and not have a flat Hyphen-
Browsing poetry archive, I’m out on a limb, a paralyzed one.
I don’t even have a voice for my Verse if that’s what you call it.
I cant find my voice among the verses. Will you gift to me your voice so I can Lilt a rhyming song and not have a flat Hyphen-
ated broken word, without Rise and fall.
I cant even remember how my words Worked in you, all ego now
is egoless. I need a little bit of hope, for my words To pick me up
and warble a warbler’s birdsong, full-throated joy. Let my words
rise in you, to roll Them of your tongue like
goingInto a flow state, non-being
Realm of possibility.
I cant even remember how my words Worked in you, all ego now
is egoless. I need a little bit of hope, for my words To pick me up
and warble a warbler’s birdsong, full-throated joy. Let my words
rise in you, to roll Them of your tongue like
goingInto a flow state, non-being
Realm of possibility.
