Blank That Advent Outside I Hear Gentle Thought Glowin' This

Keeps with lookin' deep enough
So do I recalls & ignores not knowin' its view do
It can't be that might be lets us sincere in
All's in. At hands that dust'd birds nests I learn'd, try'd
Beginnin' but where up only
Could for cool berries or blues, thinks, feels, covers;
& other things conceals wayside
On a leaf turnin'. Oh, tarry on!
Beef tallow made in the heartbeats
The spaces between pressin' on
It's over at the tree
we both shall seek
Next a-flat rock sticks thru & thru
You, too, signs it so thick
Me, too, wrote down from,
How it's over now.
Anyways, everso still am
The river is at play there
Shines pools mostly weather from,
Wooden spoons
Wooden forks
Turns just like sticks
Devices safe shelves for puddles
Books spoke reasons arises brightly
Searchin' continues;
Stands diggin' atop on mounds
Hands full of dust & rains & sands
You saw where it's at there
Thru & thru & thru
Within times sent from incense

Sounds fair, fresh, firmly for now all the rest is me,
Even if you did nothing
At all again
But in romantic thought
I don't comply by compulse
Callin' outwards to me
I'll have it somewheres
So says you there
As an item in the midst yards further than mine;
What abouts that at lest
We'll be in our case
Still forgets it,
As is, O' if some encloses a-lid
Off a-used chest;
O' whatever-so must be;
Shouldn't that do it pours,
A-heart out;
Keeps a-hold over these days closer.

Actions for a-rose warmer
I'm gonna fall so much sadder
Perhaps, a-tear
Does that a-matter
What's next thence extremes goin' on elsewhere
There without
Swiftly of whichever
So times entwines
We made it like some inside plenty of woes
So, goes on
To go unplant'd upon
Itself a-flew
Whence back & forth &
Enjoy'd it
Awash'd at first light
An amazin' landscape covers & rolls
Up-on it rocks
A-real place
I hears it in at ideals
Directions in at dawns
Starts wide in remarks to begin again
Done alone
Creates an intellect passin' by

Into the sheets words
Goes on, so
A-silent little hilltop-song
I saw their webs
I saw their wires
Brings with one
Open air or two
O' those windows
Will recover you is to see upon this

Keeps with lookin' deep enough
So do I recalls & ignores not knowin' it, is there ?
All's at hands that dust'd birds nests learn'd, tires is stuck
In nothin' much but mud
But feels for cool berries or blues, thinks, falls so;
I guesses; Thence? Sends me off backwards flyin'
Home was calm coffee
Like birds on the glare had paint'd there
Blast'd! The rails & push'd into some invigoration'
Notes; O' sound, Hello, Luck
I'm gladsome you
Made it exist.

Waitin' in silence
Inhales it. It's a-poem exhales it so forth can go
On & gets it on
Hands full of dust & rains & sands
It may-be paints
Blank that advent outside I heard a-gentle thought
Glowin' this way
Made it round & broke often now
Thee importance
As I was goin' to say; Durin' warm Winter days
O' felt betterment
Blank that advent outside I'm hearin' it call;
Throwin' quilts that,
Mismatch'd us.
A gentle thought glowin' this I say,
May this day be filled within,
Easy reads & simple minds;
O' only these will go since in spirit
solid ? O' hollow
In fewer throws & swims
by gum I will go for,
In a-wooden barrel my roses grow
so hollow & half of sand.

Reviews

[redd Brick Keshner]

Our writing is in many ways a revision of thoughts and impressions like moving furniture around if that image suits. Good stuff.

[Lisasview]

I agree with Joseph
What is important for me is all around me..
and, of course memories..
I see you wrote in response
revise, revise, revise..
Lisa, now in Spain

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I don't comply either...on the inside I am me, on the outside I am me.
and I find what is around me, people, places, the beauty of nature...those are what are
important...not me, not things...
and the poetry...that is important...not the poet but the words.
j.

[Robert Robbie Lord Dudley]

Write on :)
, revise, revise, revise