Sentence fragments. Blank pages. Fractured poems rotate endlessly.
Shoulders shunt. Note pad becomes pillow. Everything sinks into black.
Ancient forever flame leaves no prints across vast forests.
An empty gate stands before jeweled cliffs and jade peaks.
There blazing horns and burning hooves sit in readiness.
Return to the world of dust, the words burned off.
And the fire will wait, till they are all mere wisps.
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Image found here: http://www.wikipaintings.org/en/hiroshige/mode/all-paintings
The joy of nine and a bit drafts. And written along to this, hence the burning and blazing references. Kenta Kobashi is awesome. Super mega brilliant awesome even:
Video uploaded by YouTube user kyotanahashi.
Golden Giraffes Riding Scarlet Flamingos Through The Desert of Forever 
reverse back flip! count me in for some of that.
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might beis my favourite comment on this blog. Ever.Thank you.
Actually, scrap the might. Reverse back flips for all.
hey, you’re welcome.
jimmy super fly snuka was something, but this reverse back flip….i wish there was 3 feet of snow beside the garage.
really interesting imagery after you fall asleep there….i rather like the opening stanza though, it felt familiar as i search for the words yet they are so slippery….very cool dance of images today…
“Fractured poems rotate endlessly.” you could be looking into my mind… just swirl in some shapes, shadows, light and color… and that is certainly a portion of what stirs inside of me.
beautiful!
Really creative write. I have read it through 3 times, with each I get a different sense of what it is about. Nicely penned.
Really some good imagery there. I can complete relate to the feeling here. Thanks for commenting on my piece, it is a pleasure to meet you.
Pamela
*completely* argh!
Fractured poems rotate endlessly .. Wow that’s really nice 😉
That beginning really resonates….the blank page…but your word crayons fill in with blazing color and imagry..I do like this!
nice…love how the note pad becomes a pillow and where it goes from there…sometimes all we need is a bit of rest to get that poetic juices flowing again..
Everything sinks into black — now, you had me there!
This reads so well. Nicely done!