i like the idea of writing a novel, and here is an edited poem excerpt from my stream:
i lean back on trees
and they fall.
snap.
a quiet, quick
long dark fall.
and me
the only one there;
i heard the sound.
the forest – it blessed me.
hello?
you left me, and now i am still.
thank you.
now Love is all i can see.
from a fallen tree of water
i see height.
heaven in nights stretch out from me
and brightburning thoughts easily
reflect me
and i,
too close to see
for Love
it has ways,
of meaning.
of being with me
you are not made to see\
\ like trees and a river
i am earthbed
at periphery
the bull sees
movement
to and outfrom
the centre of me
a
nd i
i roll a long
slow
stand lusty
run
rest in tow.
i breathe;
take in more air
i sit still
a
nd
do not.
i spread
large quiet;
take in the space.
i am far, more
more still
at the centre
and all the way out
i see me
holding gently my light
in water tight
night.
slow,
low and breathing
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Cole G 