you what i go up mountains for this
100 miles per hour winds
'Aving it ,
Flipping trees Falling
puddles the size of fields
filling metal cabins with stones
the moon got hurt
in cycles of 7 years
i was dead at 21 and born again when i was 28
these things that came from the heart
erosion of the mind
i never thought of not being wanted
i watched woodworm at work
wild tick conditions
Super Thick Water !
out on the edges and all over the middle
the message may of been begin again
and i jump at the chance
Karin
Sat 15th Feb 2014 11:46
The energy and directedness of this poem captured me and I like the variations between descriptions of the surroundings and the "intuitive hunches", but without beeing too spaced out.