Scattered along
floating
pixelated memory
steps aside -
‘when greater depth’s
desired –
lessening of speed
is often required’…
the well in the desert
of thought…
we bend low
to draw the water,
mingle with aliens
from parallel lives
to bask in the limelight,
to grow.
You tapped into
new shoes,
dancing cake walk
with minstrels- easy,
would be life-talk…
leapfrog the puddle
oops…cha-cha-cha
extend comfort zone-
when water meets earth
watch how
new comers
will compile the puddles
into zipped purses –
a history on the go –
irreversible process…-
recycling
what you know…
what you know…
Image credit: carpatys.com
for d'Verse 'Water, water everywhere'
Wow I'd have no legs left after that haha
ReplyDeleteshell we dance...:)
DeleteI like the rhythm of this, and the idea of lessening speed to go a bit deeper--we all tend to go full speed ahead too much,I think, regardless of the reefs and aliens.
ReplyDeleteThanks for comment! I hope technology will help us to slow down...but one never knows...:)
DeleteThere is something about pixelated memory and the cakewalk that really seem to go together. You cover a lot of angles here--with wonderfully creative sound. Thanks. K. (http://Manicddaily.wordpress.com)
ReplyDeleteThank you very much! I appreciate your comment. It's interesting to read comments on Youtube about this dance...
DeleteAh, this is nice. The well in the desert of though can be very, very deep; and as for the puddles, yes everything recycles if we only look around!
ReplyDeleteMeant 'desert of thought.' Sigh.
DeleteGlad you like it, Mary :)
DeleteI like the bending low to draw the water and lessening of speed ~
ReplyDeleteGood to see you in D'verse ~
Grace
Thank you, Grace...Wish to move faster...:)
Deletei agree that a lessening of speed is oft required...esp to appreciate where we are, and where we have been....a little dancing never hurt either...smiles.
ReplyDeleteah! cha cha cha foot tapping and well, yes balance becomes the key!
ReplyDeleteNever ending, always changing, things that are disposable, my favourite lines
ReplyDeletenew comers
will compile the puddles
into zipped purses –
a history on the go –
how true this may be.. thank you humbird
aliens, cakewalks, and minstrels all in one poem. I also enjoy the pixelated memory in your opening... it sets the stage (!) for this creative, active piece.
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