a ramble through an abstraction cloud

all answers dear arrive at atmosphere.
Therefore look between shadows when adrift
and glean bushels of sweet grain from white space
for coverlet gem and diadem jet
aerial where ivory swimmers arc

in dance ritual yet original
with cotton orbs undressing willing strands
all while sliding over velvet moist mound
and swooning in vales lavender carpets
aware that arrival at the homestead

will be the signal for clovers that cling
enlightened to the master’s mad hunger
because of smelling them perfume this earth;
faces shall all fall into feathers, as,
all of it dear comes down to atmosphere

and latches to the approximate stretchy
point for the question about pertinence
of these matters to which the reply
requiring minimal mind moves
suggests universal meditation

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About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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