An old noir film
lies in the gulf of us
words first
strumming
you compressed
into vowels
the consonants blaring
and muted the verbs
***
etched into frame
the sprocket wheel coos
connectors collapsed running on
while commas hung the moon
***
there you are
here I am
About the Creator
Michele Nampalli
This space is breath for my sensitivity. The poems come fully formed. I've known for quite some time now that my art is about receiving more than creation...its the most natural way I know to process my inner world. It started when I was 7.
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