Sneak Peek...
A draft of the first stanza from a new poem that I am writing....
A memory unwinds….traversing time’s trajectory
as an inked top spins…unraveling its point…circling over and over again territory close to the same..
the origin of love undoing the written lines of a heart
patterns spilling out desire...passionate…intricate..overwriting the tears
filling out the mandala’s design…
a soul’s map…
woven...
with…the complication of wind
the mathematical certainty…of nature’s fractals
and the tempered light of a bereft tactician