Verbal Piano & indefinite ideas

Pearcemelville 兎敏

 

Verbal piano A tune ~ diminished N

Sitting at my verbal piano
typing lingual Tunes
Perhaps is time for disKordant
beHaviour filling the ROOM
Picturing a pretty scene
Painting words  a dab here 
        TAB to there  maybe
   I will align on rightside
             calculate distance
       As much as I am able
DendedeDennn. You know
TheTune  definitively        Symphonic $

 

Would you deign to ask your friends to share your post?

The crudity of this etiquette is perverse
Or lack thereof and how about
See what I did there?  Would you really say that?  Smartarse or asmartarse? I don't know which is worse
The latter is not definite indefinitely defined but nonetheless a smart arse

That is the way I will read
for as a Reader I bring to it
or even any printed material
even a photograph, my own idea of textual meaning in a context of my choosing though not always sometimes I don't realize the method in my meaning due to a subconscious reckoning to direct this understanding  the result of gained experience and knowledge

Once written demonstration            has left a writer's nib 
Upon readers' Minds it sits
Affected by varying thoughts and memories words within they change 
with scarce and bare affinity with dictionary or metaphoric
incarnations sometimes  landing farther from the vine than more astute and logical hypotheses
or less hypo theses that compare and rather sprout forth with such intimate suggestion of pairing of idea with indefinite articulation post addition of An n.

 in definite

  • Author: Pearcemelville 卯升 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 21st, 2022 11:33
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • L. B. Mek

    'Upon readers' Minds it sits
    Affected by varying thoughts and memories words within they change
    with scarce and bare affinity with dictionary or metaphoric
    incarnations'
    modernity
    is devoid of morality, its spine
    as bent as that last snap-tic-Insta
    fad
    that failed, a second
    into, its existence
    as that promise, clip
    all was awaiting to heal
    their fears..
    where as traditional, or I guess
    by now - deemed, archaic
    tools, used
    to enlighten and entertain
    have been, commentated
    to warped realms of toxic
    seas
    while humanity, swims
    upon landlocked rivers
    of hope and fear...
    (thanks for sharing, such a thought provoking
    read)



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