atoms on atoms into an
an expression on paper that
other eyes may caress tenderly.
Confused mess unravelling be-
fore me, the pen takes over
a mind of its own. Seem-
ing to make sense
my hand. Did I,
really, birth that?
© Stuart Patterson 2019
This poem is another attempt and playing with the shape of the lines. Whilst I am not the best artist, hopefully, you can see the shape of a pregnant woman through the lines.
The idea is that sometimes a thought or inspiration can go to work in your subconscious and conceive something entirely separate from the stand alone thought. A new creation. It works better on a laptop screen.
Hope you enjoy. Any feedback on poem welcome.
($33) and off we went – into the evening.
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