Poetic Being

POETIC BEING

How multiplex
These vehicles
Of self-expression

The varieties
Of pain
Of rapture

Endured solitary
Or broadcast
Into vacuum

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on March 21, 2015, in Poetry, Writing and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. To express an aloneness awakens the depths. Darkness may be reality and Light a fantasy. The poet captures no prisoners but words are the core to releasing from the center out.

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