*
I went to look for soul
.
it’s a music I was told
I hear nothing with my ears
hearing voices is bad
.
it’s rhythm and blues
.
I have no rhythm when I’m blue
I lay paralyzed
in panic
.
a void.
.
With soul the body moves
improvising on
vocal tension
.
clapping
.
I improvise often
don’t feel like clapping
air or silence or loss or hollowness
.
we must intend differently
.
yes, an internal principle
reached not
by human
effort.
.
.
Enjoyed this poem, I like your style. It is straightforward and not tied up in complex metaphors and imagery, nice work.
Mike
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Thank you, that’s what I look for, simplicity and straightforwardness, glad you like it!
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