Blessed be.
Velumbound.
(A lone voice whispers)
Within these low whispers, lost in the revolving brothels of my mind
Revolving in its deep depths
As I sit here
Alone at my old desk
With my black Remington
I can feel the subtle arrival of you, and the vibrational presence of other viewers
Maybe on their beloved cellmate, their phone or computer
So here's to you all
You the bohemians
Eccentrics
Originals and mavericks
Of mankind
Curious enough to visit
The kingdom builders of visual new worlds that shine through
Like Morpheus's Looking Glass
Using the power and brilliance of inspired words and fluted thoughts
I pray you continue to seek more
Like I do
Searching for the one I still adore
Calliope
Who walks on rivers of crimson fire and grey ash
In memory gardens to be reunited, after she stepped through another stage door
You
The Ones blessed with the brilliance of words and fluted thoughts
Only you I can praise
You, the searchers and creators
Poetic
Time abusers
Just constantly try to be free and never caught
Or caught like me, by always chasing poetry's new dammed train of thought
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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