In and Out
October 3, 2012 7 Comments
breathe in deep
while pins crash to the floor
floating bodies collide
each climax as identical to the last
space is meant for thoughts
and yet
it is where concepts cannot coexist
time continues uncontrolled
but then
this clarity remains
esoteric, unknowables, everything-
quench the lungs
About Sean Lynch
This is big. Expansive. A little uncontrolled too. This is what poetry should be, can be, and you make be.
Expansive and uncontrolled, I like.
Uh, yeah…
Breath in deep… quench the lungs … and everything in between. 💋
Yes ma’am, hope you’re doing okay, haven’t seen you in awhile.
Gosh. Yes. I am okay. Sorry and thanks a bunch for asking.💋
Kinda sucky couple of weeks. Having technical difficulties, too. Big time! Seems to be getting worse? Ugh. 😊 lol
Thanksgiving here. Dinners. It’s the precursor to Halloween and a long weekend Monster Turkey Fest. Uncle G’s band played a gig Friday night. Stayed in town at Freckle’s. Late night. Then, home. Cook for potluck. X + G’s potluck. Giggles. Home via Shroom Scout’s. Cook some more. Chores. Bobby’s. Even more giggles.
But my keyboard is whack! 😜 lol I give up! It took 20 minutes to type that.
Good grief. roflol
Good thing I like a comedy of errors because it’s the rule…
Sorry if I were AWOL. Sincere apologies, baby!💋
I forgot that Canadian Thanksgiving was so early, I’m glad you had fun. Sounds like Uncle G is a pretty rad dude too. Sucks about the keyboard, and no worries about going AWOL, I was just worried that something bad had happened to you girl, don’t know what I’d do without you.
And right back at cha, babe! And how! 💋💋💋
The keyboard is somewhat improved today. I think it was possessed last night. “The worst kind,” too! 😜 lol
G IS pretty rad. I should really visit him on my blog.
Later, ‘gator.💋