Musings....

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____________________The Sonnet of movement____________________________



The thing that transports you from reality. But what is that ? What is reality ? Are you certain ?

That fleeting feeling, the unidentifiable, unpredictable momentum of the mind. The place you think you were before.

Where is it now? It has flown. As dark birds on a dark night.

The time of abrasion rushes back. I bid it farewell.

To float in a dream.

The

last

three

lines...................

DREAM.



Published. Michael Radford 2009'

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A new view:

What I have feared most has finally overcome me. What need I fear now ?

[FJCameron]

Momentum of the mind. I like those words.

Nicely said.

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The sea holds so many things that no one ever saw

cut the boat loose, let it drift.




mic

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Slanted light




All there is tonight.

The patterns fall on the snow. The shapes never seen before.

Familiar in an eerie way, there's a message there or so they say.

The ins and outs and twists and turns, into your soul it burns.

The shapes and shadows distinct on the white.....ahhh....the art of the moonlit night.

The trees give the form, the moon makes the shade, the shadow is form on the ground as it's laid.

Read it now for tomorrow is too late.

Never again will it be seen such as this, the one moment captured in bliss.




mic radford 2010'