Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Love the humor in this :)
I don't know, but sometimes I feel so blown around. :)
Clever, took me awhile to figure it out but was excited when I got there.
Transient, insubstantial, everything. Cyber reality feels that way.
This taking the prompt down to theAtomic level!Excellent.
"Powdered space" is so sonorously close to "powdered face"! Some fun punning, squishing the galaxy into a small enigma!
I prefer baby powder ;)
We all have stardust in our bones.Thanks for the poem.
Gemma, I never thought of powdered face while writing this!
I feel like that too often. Not sure that cyber space isn't powdered dust and we're all just specks, some specking more brightly at timesThanks for your wonderful comment. It's hard not being a mother in today's world, but somehow that's only discussed in infertility articles which....
I really enjoyed this, it's like a little cosmic in-joke...or maybe a big inter-galactic one.
sparkles of dust each alike, but surelyeach different--Thanks for the smile and the re-cognition!
Your poem is wonderful and very thought-provoking. I may have to find a sunbeam and watch some dust today.
"powdered space" -- what a fabulous phrase!
Hi Gautami, so that's where our e-mail goes when we hit Delete! Thanks!..
makes me feel shimmery! :)
You taking the piss?
powdered space... hmmmnice...
It's too early for me for this...I'll come back after I've had my coffee. I like the words. Hmmm...Kat
What fun - a visual feeling!
I don't know what it is like, cause I am materialised light ... Good one, GT!Best wishesRalf
a digital koanplayful, full of wonder,powder to poems
I loved powdered space Tami. :)
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