The Beauty of NothingnessA Poem by emmajoygreen soft words are not always - at best, the most edible, but - oh, my friend - how their taste lingers to either feed the spirit or hide the gremlins dipping their fingers where not invited distance strikes its pose readies its destiny in a literary supposition that whispers 'neither should be over-edited nor mislaid' needing a glance or two because dreams rest perhaps head emptying many guesses end as ash, throw-away words, oft invisible but .. clearly seen by the mind's eye peeping, brows raised suspected - enjoyed |