Super-fluidity

[TheFifthElement]

Touch the moment.

Time is still,
it waits enraptured
by the flow.

Hear the voice.

That speaks in
music, tones and
undertones and
beats.

Smell the rain.

In colours,
blue or black;
in memory,
in motion.

Taste the edge.

It tastes of nothing.

See yourself.

Stardust coalescing,
collective open
dreams.

Enter the space.

You are time
and space, and
space and time
are You.

Touch the moment.

[Pendragon]

What is so lovely about this plyon, is the arrangement of the words give the illusion that this collumn is a twisted one. For shape it is your best so far!

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[Poppy]

Again Fifth. I wish you would put these poems to music. I loved it.

[CdnReader]

This is truly beautiful, Fifth.



Hear the voice.

That speaks in
music, tones and
undertones and
beats.

The entire piece "speaks in music" to me. :)

[TheFifthElement]

Pen, I will never escape the pylon poetry!

Thank you Poppy & Cdn. I'm rubbish at music (my instrument of choice is a kazoo!) but I'm glad you liked the poem :)