Collisions

by ddavidd   Jul 24, 2019




Sentences meet their end
but poetry departs right there.
Poetry never ends
neither in roadbed's stones of words,
nor in its wings
which open when the roads come to their conclusions,
when there is nowhere to go.

When the roads are blocked
in the head-on collision of periods and thought,
poetry
goes on by veering from one inception to the other
creating the world
creating its own creator.

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  • 4 years ago

    by Star

    Is your poetry running out? Hope to read something new from you!!

  • 4 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    The title made me want to read it and when I read it. I like the creativity, expression as well as the images...well done!!

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