Literally Literary Nothing

 

I hear the world speak

to itself

 

I listen under its breath,

resting Ivan Illich's The Vineyard

of the Text

spread out over my chest;

a fighter jet insistent

in the clouds,

filling the time frame

with the roaring voice of Zeus

and all sudden events with slowmotion

 

Everything is tactile, palpable

& horseshoed;

the letters running into each other;

uppercase into lowercase;

experimental poetry & rumours of war

resulting in – beautifully! -

Medieval Whereabouts

& Literally Literary

Nothing!





Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-11-28 at 09:54

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Sona The PoetBay support member heart!
First things first-Your poems are my references about books to read.
What do i say when i barely get your poems but i try reading and re reading them. I guess thats what you also like- someone to really take time out to read these and then understand these. I really appreciate the beauty that lies in here and the standards you hold from yourself and your readers. Or may be it just is like this.
2023-11-28


Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
There is great beauty in this poem. It reads like a prophet's last word. Amazing
2023-11-28