thru sound and silence
while somewhere in the mist
numbers dance without my permission
I’ve fashioned a foundation from absence
in the moments before expectation
where hours stretch waitin to be shaped
into whatever the day demands
my hands tell stories of brief devotions
obsessions that mark then fade
the world spins round ideas
I set in motion then left behind
whispers reach from distant shores
where I grant permissions
to a kingdom I built but rarely rule
I nod once to acknowledge
then drift to my sanctuary
of unfinished symphonies
half built creations and words scattered
like stars across the endless sky
in a land of restless thought
where time loosens its rigid grip
and hands that built beginnins
now bend visions without purpose







“I’ve fashioned a foundation from absence”
Oh my goodness..
I want to be in your brain. You have the most fabulous lines. You are a poet. Truly, my friend.
So glad you are here!
I can guarantee you don’t wanna be in my brain. lol. thank you. figured would try a post and how to learn this place.
Brilliantly penned, Ambjr. Fantastic wordplay, my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
After reading your Senryus, I had to read another piece to see if you were as good as I thought, and I’m afraid I was right. Yeah, you’ve got it. “the world spins round ideas I set in motion then left behind” sold me for sure. Excellent work, my friend.
thank you I really appreciate it