Through the tangled wooden twigs,
I peer
I witness uneven shapes and crooked lines
Wandering in my mind,
Absorbing all the distortion.
Images dancing inside me.
Looking between and into spaces,
My thought races.
Starting to wind.
Clarity comes near.
The parting of drapes.
These branches lead me to
a blue expansion.
For only thru the tangled
And only thru the positive play with it
Do I finally output
The long lasting deliverable action.
This action will echo rings of sensations.
Hopefully caught by another
Who will look.
And catch the vision.
Seeing in their own way.
Their own tangled design.
And at the end,
A something deliverable to others.
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My Transformation
Slow drudge, molasses. Nervous, out of it, coming thru it. Reaching pulling pushing, rising over negative, gradually becoming lighter. Heaviness lifting, over and over. Words taking me to another place- mind coming in focus, almost ready- ready to come out, ready to go out door- see the sky. Am grounded, clear in my mind, bursting with actionable thought. Now is the time. I’ve decided. Pop! Let’s set in motion goals. I’m there!
By Teresa Molerabout a year ago in Poets
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