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Trimurti (The Writer’s Lot) – (A Four By Six)

TRIMURTI (THE WRITER’S LOT)

Creating. Destroying.
In between? Sustaining.
What about abstaining?
That’s when there’s writer’s block.

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Departure Lounge

DEPARTURE LOUNGE

Motion suspended
Awaiting call to action
Anticipation
Flickering candles of thought
Like tiny sparks in the night

On The Crests Of Waves

ON THE CRESTS OF WAVES

What new worlds shall we
Not simply determine to create
But share today?

What new worlds shall we
Not simply determine to share
But create today?

When Poetry Works (A Four By Six)

WHEN POETRY WORKS

Warp and weft sounds spouting
A lingual waterfall
Calling forth a mist of
Insubstantial rainbows

Uprising

Poets

POETS

We’re not here to procreate
(Opposite directions)
Smile, wave as we pass
Speak our truth and be gone

Toast To Authors

TOAST TO AUTHORS

Fruits fresh from much foraging
Picked out and picked over
For browsing, brooding, brewing
Through fermentation, evaporation
Concentration and distillation

The initial insipid tipple
Of the mundane commonplace
Emerges new born from the nib
Or more likely these days
The fingertips and screen

Fortified and now 100 proof
So savour slowly this potent elixir
That our writers have pored over
And now pour for us freely
So pause and drink their health

Calliope’s Children

CALLIOPE’S CHILDREN

You stoke and provoke
Open up countless chasms
Too vast to orate
Conjuring such wild answers
Few are they who dare reply

Comradeship

COMRADESHIP

We each swim through time
Spewing words like light and dark
But what do we build?
Illusions and delusions
Glad to have encountered you

Two-way Street

TWO-WAY STREET

Creation flows forth
In fresh illumination
Out there; in here too.

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