DocAndersen
what began as innocence
slowly moved towards the gray clouds
and became part of the storm.
In the storm, things move quickly
electronics charged with negative energy
rising and falling
the energy bouncing between the positive and the negative
rejecting one
embracing the other
the other being right
the rejected being wrong.
each change particle
then
as if on command
but only if the command
isn’t heard or known
drift to the ground.
and then arcing as they touch
each piece becoming a whole
each whole
creating a piece
and we wait
to begin again.
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Question of
This poem was published first in a non-defunct journal, but still stands up?
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Yes
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No
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Question of
the drink in the blender is gross, yeah?
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Yes
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No
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I like the way you’ve put it, but this is also the sociologically known as the process of belonging.
in fact, it is the reality of belonging!
I do not blend any drinks. I used to love making fresh pesto sauce in my food processor but no longer have one of those. That was the only green thing I ever made.
Pesto, ah now you’ve triggered a memory. but sadly not of why I took this picture!
… and we wait to begin again. Those words hit home with me.
I usually don’t drink anything green. 🙂
we used to make am smoothies, but it was strawberry or blueberry based! never green! I do not remember where this picture was from or why I took it!