unfamiliar things
dancing with the fingers of my more inherent ways.
my basement mind
two steps away from vertigo
dripping blood from the waters as they grow
from stone to higher ground
between the influx of degenerate surmise;
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
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Sometimes I have the same feeling, and it's usually from my gut. Wow Melvin, how to draw imagery into poetry. Powerful and I'm thinking I should be worried because if you are worried we should all be worried. 🌹
quietly concerned.....but now!
thank you my friend.
Do unfamiliar things have a soul ?
i would say yes to that question...
Tremendous. My heart skips a beat when I read your brilliant poetry.
very much appreciated Thomas.
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