Heavy Weight Poem by Patricia Fritsche

As with most, or decisions

Lost with translation

Mending of broken glass

Glue of misdirected intentions

An image well spoken of meaningless worth.


Falling upon thirst

Puzzling ground in depth,

Regaining swords of consciousness,

Worth of price to forge within cosmic dust.


Cheeks of neon, comfort zones,open and close.

Questions flirt in evasive style,

Immortally braves...

In existence of tomorrow.


Nebula auditioning playing rainbow's rhymes

Diamonds strewn about felt in flight,

Space's open belly crest of light steering

The papyrus in strength of remembrance.