Sunday, January 31, 2010

Poem: Symphonic Symbiosis

This poem wrote itself though I cannot tell you how
It spurted, sprouted forth and planted roots in my ground
Fertile, luscious soil fertilised by my brain
Subconscious bubbled forth, blood and bone doused with rain

This poem wrote itself though I do not recall when
It drove shoots from my fingers and drew leaves with my pen
Symbiotic pulse realised through my hands
Delicious symphony that only we understand


  1. The best ones write themselves (although I do think you did a good job here). :)

  2. Loved it. I know that feeling and it's magical. Loved the organic imagery--so apt.


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