At a Fun Rest Stop of the Mind

whoa! really.......here?

At a Fun Rest Stop of the Mind

I am heard in the atmosphere of my silence
A strange vocabulary of diction and rhyme
If voice could hear me, if voice could swallow my rhyme
I might know the word of inside
Pondered by gravitational waves of thought
Tickled by the transient nature of word flow
I decided to pick a pickle of my heart’s desire
and rest my poetic head on a bed of rose.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks E!

I was sitting here last night dreaming up dreamer words. I let my mind swallow them all to be for me and no other mind.

Regards,
Al

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Jacob!

After sickness, surgery I need a rest!

Regards,
Al

[Einstein Noodle]

:) ....great closing sir! when all the noise stops eh?! ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh everyone needs a rest now and then
E.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

a poet's comfort...words as a soft pillow...and the world rests in his heart much more easily.
j.