in honour of, and grateful for, the inspiration of these blogging friends
un numbered and cornered in that place of my mind
I’ve backed myself in unintentionally blind
I can’t seem to turn now, and up became down
intrinsically twisting and hanging from nouns
my mind points at things that have nothing to say.
But then came a spark, its direction not seen
from ironical hands out of minds full of green.
the verdancy bursting, and tuned in a key
that resuscitates breathing from disharmony.
Friendship so gentle but kindled to burn
this coffee’s delicious,
what a great place to yearn…