take this acute experience

let it bite

let it sweep your starry walls

and penetrate your knowing,

feel the smart lift your brow,

and s t r e t c h your M O U T H

the choir has begun

…….limestone is cold and discerning…….touch it

this is an exceptional opportunity

stay keen and original

take the hit

make the jump

slide the tunnel

your skin

this is it



Published by The Silver Poet

I AM a little spark in the sea of conscious awareness. I am passionate about bringing the concept of freedom of expression into the forefront of our one mind and a keen awareness of personal power to the hearts of little children everywhere. I exist to express!

11 thoughts on “Limestone

  1. very nice. i’d be inclined to think that your inner walls being that of limestone is where we sharpen up life. like taking that knife with a little oil to sharpen it. one needs a little oil in life to lubricate that knife of life to keep it sharp. just a take. if you share thanksgiving there the same time as here, I hope you enjoyed it:)


    1. we don’t do a day for thanksgiving here …interesting….but it seems like a great day for you guys! I wasn’t sure what the limestone was in my poem but it had something to say so I let it!


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