...by Laura Ebohon
(part 3 of 5 of the feature week with Jim Bronyaur)
Growth of tissues
covered in a membrane of surreal events,
mother cell of multicellular layers
procreation of reflections,
vegetative production of wishes...
In that room
suspended between life and whispers,
surrounded by cell walls,
beating of hearts and pulsing of souls,
through the net of little holes of hope
thick thread-like organisms,
Breaths and a feverish search for happiness
anxiously determined by the conjectures of time
when pain strikes like poison
relentlessly,
locking doors,
relegating desires,
creating divisions.
Like a deep chasm between conscious being
and unconscious dreaming
connecting again
through the bridge of destiny,
eye lids shut
freezing images
in departments of never.
Coincidences
missed opportunities
and the strongest will
to see tomorrow's colorful rainbows
through rain drops of doubts
and whistling of winds...
Tilting against windmills!
2 comments:
Laura,
You words are so simple and so powerful at the same time. You do with one word what takes me one line.
Jim
Jim,
this is absolutely the nicest, most beautiful thing ever said to me as a writer... especially as it is coming from you, such a talented Artist, TY! Reading your "LIFE" has been an amazing experience, love the way you have used words and attributes to paint the scene of life including all forces & miracles of nature... they jump at me like flashes of incredible visions, GREAT one Jim!!!
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