The Purity of Prose by mindgallery
I have sea foam in my veins, i understand the language of the waves
– Jean Cocteau
Live in the sunshine, swim in the sea, drink the wild air
– Emerson
I’m as old as the river
and like the
river
i’m constantly
refreshed
Untethered and simply weathered
but full of light
even
tonight
– Mindgallery
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Welcome to 2020 and another year of missed connections poetry. Thanks to the holiday break, the archives are organized (relatively) and ready to be shared. Lots of gems from Flagstaff, Las Vegas, San Francisco, Savannah, Raleigh-Durham, Brooklyn and assorted other forums will be published – I expect to have enough content to last the entire year! And there could very well be 52 mindgallery poems for every Friday until then. 🙂
