Flashpoint

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There’s something that I need to find. A moment in time.

Like, the painting of a dragon waiting for the final stroke of that ink-brush

The ultimate compression of imagism and realism and the dragon

Takes flight, soaring up into the air like a magnificent snake, like

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A serpent of words and strings of sentences

Hung together like grapes and tiny apparitions

Maturing into life with the last

Stanza and the last word and the poem begins to breathe

A writer’s intention, contention and creation  like

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A quiet desperation

Yearning for the stars to rain down from the universe

The thousand single glares searching

For the right spot to fall, the right soul to grace, like

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An empty clay pot reserving its loneliness for the two-month old earth

Where a beautiful sprout will grow greener and taller and opens its face

Becomes nature’s delicate princess like when I say to myself

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There’s something that I need to find.

A moment in time. A checkpoint in the orbit of life.

It’s coming, I know.

I know it’s coming

Because I’m coming close.

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It’s just a matter of time.

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By Kim T.

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