take a walk with me through – through word and space
untitled places where I rest
within the boundries now and past
and dine on lines
the fates have cast…me
a soul bled,
bleeding still; giving
what this heart weeps give,
til’ the end
each breath scribed
blessing this ..what is
my life….
bkmackenzie
2010
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A nice ode, BKM! I especially liked the alliteration of “dine on lines” and the idea of eating the words.
blessings Eric…i hope you did not go away hungry…that is until next write..bkm
Here you ask the eternal question and do it so elegantly as we take a little journey of discovery. Thanks for posting. Gay
thank you please visit again….bkm
wonder how long i would live if i ate poetry…smiles. this is like the invitation into a book…here i have bled for you…enjoy the meal…nice one shot. thanks for sharing your other site with us…
brian, hopefully it will be a book…if only in my mind…bkm
Intriguing write here. I feel like I am eating words (5 at a time) daily. Nice One Shot! Bisous, Love and Light, Sender
thanks for sending your light to bless this piece….bkm
To bleed into the lines and the words – your life, I like that – that is poetry. A true blessing indeed.
thank you so much justin…i appreciate the comments and connecting at one shot….you have much talent yourself….bkm
Loved the flow of this piece and how, inspite of it’s bled soul and weeping heart, gave me a feeling of serenity.
blessings Monkey Man for stopping in and commenting…bkm
A soul bled………bleeding still………incredible lines…….
Neva thank you and thank you stopping in…bkm
Very engaging. I love something about the way your text bends my mind from line to line in unexpected yet somehow understandable ways. Works at the edges of perception. Bill
thank you rev. bill – i am glad your mind flowed with this piece…bkm
some lines take us to where they want..yours are that kind,i just went there..flowing
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Rose…always your words are so kind…thank you…bkm
There’s a lightness in the words even as they run deep. Lovely.
Evocative lines, carrying sadness, hope and resilience.
I love these lines — the story of a writer resting “at untitled places.” Beautiful.
i read this…i then reread this and i wondered, so i read it aloud following your pauses..it really worked well…a great piece cheers pete
This is sustenance, for how hungry we would be without the words of lives lived and pondered.
i love your place here… and the simple beauty of this poem… i hope you might join me for imperfect prose on thursdays, friend.
Beautiful poem. Easy to connect to. Thank you for sharing.
just awesome concept. a walk in the world of words, sounds very interesting.