Pulse (Poem)

  Drumming wheels of time unravel lengthening the chapters woven. In the wood thoughts peer through, wisps of green, our instincts wrapping in a perfume now seducing us into our next condition, yielding to magnetic tethers pulling toward the next edge. Always searching but home in searching– pulsing, turning, dancing, waiting.   Beat the rhythms, each phrase an age cloaked in capsules, tears and droplets, … Continue reading Pulse (Poem)