Infusion

A Poem Prompt Using “The Sandwich” Technique

Anna Dittmann
Anna Dittmann

“In Kyoto,

hearing the cuckoo,

I long for Kyoto”

Bashō


Deeping infusion, trance inside it dances I have lost the shape of kindly world; illusion is my existential-being, freeing my landscape of petrified constraint, I cannot hold myself together;

limbs become consonants, explaining in the verbiage of oceanic current, prolong the dance, infusion of narcotic, bening pretension, there is a dance for ascension, a pretense for becoming the light, I will not fight, my time has come; bring me thy peace, illusion deprives the infusion of constant uprising.

It is in the most prolific way, that I shall dance into eternity; infused with collusion of my living poetry.


Dead Poets Live

Rilke, Whitman, Angelou, Clifton — inspiration and prompts

Anna Rozwadowska

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Top Writer in Poetry, editor of Literally Literary. I am a writer, photographer, psychic, medium, and spiritual guide.I have an M.A. in Environmental Sociology.

Dead Poets Live

Rilke, Whitman, Angelou, Clifton — inspiration and prompts