Description: "Velvet is rich, caressing, its depths are mysterious, obscure. The stroke loses iteself, not a sign of "IT" visible...So also the shadows in hair." Artist Robert Henri, "tHE art SpIrIT"
Rock on, rock on, my brothers and sisters in poetic landscape justice...reality iz not what they claim but the BEAUTY in what can BE SEEN...LOVE"PESE"JOI"
As usual a treat to be tasted Tiffany this style of abstract poetry takes time to acquire gladly I can say I am slowly arriving. "compLIEcated (society..." I read, society lies... Love the usage of "IT" ...`always poetry, Cheryl.
I have been reading a lot of poems with no obvious meaning and, after much persistence (and help), have managed to figure out what was behind it all. Maybe this is one of those types of poems. Interesting, intriguing. Nonetheless puzzling. Or perhaps it is just an expression of yourself at that moment. Whichever it was, I'm curious to make some sense of it (even if there is none).
Uh, well. I tend to agree with Mandy here. Even your description is too abstract to comprehend. If this is a purposeful attempt at abstraction, umm... I still don't get it. The purpose of language is twofold: to communicate, and to woo women. I can't see this doing either.