Poetry 25 September 2018 by joanna

Dream of the North

Wavy triplets of illusion
Mindedness, the edge of fusion
Shiny iris of Valkyrie
Down in spectrum, never eerie

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The aesthetics of my mind remains within the limits of the word literature.
Certainly, not only – it is occupied by studies, my beloved people and broadly understood daily life as well.
In each of these elements I search for for an art and my research is facilitated by my imagination.
Ideas which I have found are put in the Karton (literary box) which is gradually getting more and more filled.
Overflowing thoughts are yearning for giving them a proper shape.
And now you are here, standing with me on the edge of the form.
Feel its shape. Hunt for an art with me.
Joanna

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