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Oct 24, 2022
A poem…love story…
She wore skillet black
Chic as you go
Language laughter
An aura complete
Played a samba beat
Danced with energy
Green fire ice
More than the eye can see
Her name is…
Simply love
Why else
Would this journey begin
So play it
Play the high note
Cracks of light
A singing companion
A union of trust
George Odarquaye Lamptey — The Experimental Poet
I kind ooozed this out of myself. I did not set the stillness where my words usually come from but was a bit edgy, risky even, to play around with words in an way than resembles some scattered seeds. Poetry for me has no bounds and I will continue to experiment. The image is again derived from machine language that consumes aspects of my poem to create beautiful digital art.
