Knitting
every string of words and
needling them together with your
depth and subtleness,
your Experi Mental
leaves me an
imperishable loom
connecting my scissored nerves
inside my head
oh, you made a fab of paradigm;
untying my knots of boredom in
smooth and random way.
YOU ARE READING
The Stars who Shine on Ink
PoesíaThese are delicate thoughts prompted and written in ACROSTICS about the good poetess and poet I have come across with. I believe, like opinions, POVs are entitled to oneself.
