Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
The Poet and the Coalman
Poetry as deviation, disguise, deception, appearance, and then the 'poet' who really shouldn't be there, from an outside point of view at least. And the blinding vocabulary and truth staring with the look that only truth has and the 'poet' must squirm and face the reality. Perhaps he should have been a Coalman!
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