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a conscious future
by Julie Adamsdaily I read more & more
into the consciousness
of my own words
I hunger
learning how they, these words can
tear or mold or deflate or solidify
my fibers
if I allow them to
climb me--
like vines of ink & moss
tattooed in script
upon the mind's
rippling walls
I am all too conscious
of the unconscious
to dive and riptide
into the shallow waters
of ignorance
and -isms
so I read &
read &
limit diction
to things I'm sure of--
the moon's fragile light
wishing, wondering,
feeding, watering
tall, seeded moonflower;
into conscious me
08/16/2002 Author's Note: Thanks JK for title modicifcation suggestion.
Posted on 08/16/2002
Copyright © 2024 Julie Adams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Olivia Martin on 04/10/06 at 08:08 PM I find myself wrapped in your poetry. Each line has a way of capturing the reader - amazing job once again, I can't wait to read further into your library! |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 04/01/09 at 05:30 PM "like vines of ink & moss
tattooed in script
upon the mind's
rippling walls" breathtaking! |
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