Collage Poem
By Marion
Three weeks ago
in the early evening
I sat at my desk composing
a new spin on language...
harnessing the powers of the universe,
dreamtime,
and inner space.
Treading softly, breaking taboos,
creating realities
that never before existed,
I destroyed imaginings that cried
out not to be.
I became the High Priestess
of mystery,
words,
dreams,
and ambiguity.
My writing only lead to more writing.
Words multiplied like rabbits in my brain---
pregnant with language---
my imagination in labor,
gloriously giving birth
to newborn poems.
7/10/08
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