Experiments

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Letting the imagination wander freely.

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Experiments    -    18 Oct 18

Exploring new areas
Of imagination
Playing with unusual ideas
Testing how far I can go
Imagining the new places
To be
Experiments in reality
Experiencing otherwhere
Playing with otherwhere

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You can go there too.

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Epitaph

Another poem birthed in the early hours, this seems a good time for Muse to visit me - when I am most receptive to her gentle persuasions.





Epitaph - 27 Oct 10

Her voice
Quicksilver sliding
Through my mind
She touched me
Deep within
Removed my pain
But left me with a new one
I knew her
I knew I couldn't have her
The mists of time
Had already claimed her
To dance in otherwhere





A sad poem that doesn't actually refer to anyone I know personally; it was triggered by listening to lovely music sung by a beautiful woman who is no longer incarnate.