The Liquidity of Verse

just another meandering

fine mist of words

colored by grammatical powdering

settle upon line and space

neither powder nor liquid

a sense of wonderment

aligns its arc with the verve of enlightenment

on the eve of nature’s unseen adventure

pilgrim

lost in the stars of eyes

I stand with the whispers

of promise at my back

and the shine of penciled mist

before me

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2012

Reviews

[SkinlessFrank]

You are so right to muse about where these words come from. It never ceases to amaze me that we all have this within us.