it’s a poet’s loss

in deep seated illuminations

that go beyond words –

at least that is what i think.

the suspension of patterns

in the combinations

that come between these horizontal bars

can fill the space quite nicely,

if ya don’t create any blunders

when posting to wordpress.

if i told ya that i lost all my books

and literary journals

and the rest of my belongings,

would it meaning anything,

or maybe it could be something,

when i felt a little lost

without being able to be on the internet.

when it comes to life

in the bountiful connections,

words can span across bridges.

maybe perhaps a little of me

sheds a little light,

even if it seems a little dark.