Words

Words filter in, they go

Others replace them, also fading

Eventually

They stick

After arranging and re-arranging

Themselves 

Floating, dissipating, re-emerging 

Fragmented 

Put back together until 

They evolve 

Into destiny

Separate points 

Connected without touching 

Enveloping unity between 

Parallel dreams 

Space filled– creating

This poem 


Photography by Manjari Sharma

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13 thoughts on “Words

    1. Thank you Alex!! Oooh, I didn’t even think about that too when I wrote it of being drowned in words. Thanks for pointing that out. I actually do most of my thinking for my poetry while taking lone meditative showers. I just completely zone out and then words kinda just come and go, rearranging themselves until I have some good ideas for a poem, so thats why I chose the image hahaha!

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      1. My pleasure! Ha, yes, the long showers. I take five minute showers unless I’ve been engaged in gym activity. I love learning about how others channel their muses. Mine appears out of nowhere and suddenly I am overwhelmed by the urge to write. I read your piece and instantly thought back to my World Geography days when I was fascinated by the water cycle and then I thought of my wife, now passed and there it was – a poem.

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