When the laptop sleeps,
deep as Loch Ness,
rainbows, truth and corruption
hum beneath the surface
like an ocean. Does it grab
my meridians through
that cyclops eye?
Dilemma of being known, exposed
or hiding in a non-digital forest
speaking poetry to owls.
C.J. Prince
©2016
Two swords in opposition,
east to west, gleaming
in sunlight between heaven
and earth.
The sky swirls like peacock
feathers. Lightning
rumbles underground.
Mindfulness brings peace.
C.J. Prince
The Lord of Words
clattered to a halt
in his rickety wagon,
shelves askew, quills and ink,
old type settings, dictionaries
and thesaurus. Just as I
reached for an ancient
tattered binding, he urged
his nag forward.
I have been following
his trail ever since.
C.J. Prince
©2016
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