White writing

Another poem from the past. I'm researching writing, starting to make plans, trying to establish a framework within which to approach this endeavor. Looking at my older writing might be opening the door a little bit in my mind.

And now that poem I mentioned...

White Writing

white writing, unlinking thinking, no lingering fingers, no words left unheard, the way of the saying is not part of the meaning, it slips between the reeling tumbles of words, text, from the letters in front of my mind I don't see them I don't feel them they slide over the surface of my mind, spreading like oil, chattering like a razor across glass, spine shivering jangles of thoughts and letters, unfettered by structure not bound to the meaning by the purpose of mind, forgotten once written, once shy never bitten not mine but then whose