Poetic Flow Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Inspiration's opportunities,
as fractal snowflakes, weave soft pattern wire
supporting framework through heart's harmonies
tuned to minds which bind, enthrall, spells sire.
Rejecting artificial boundaries
they tickle stars, bridge light years, won't expire
despite Time's second thoughts, eternal frieze,
to silver speech pin turquoise and sapphire.

One stores verse story’s glory in the mind,
retinal rainbow stimulating each
synaptic link both in and out of reach,
display whose ray may play before, behind.

Word-flow sensations sows and by degrees,
can catalyze a metamorphic fire
as empathy extends its energies
incandescent, lends dimensions higher
to time and space and place which, falling, frees
rise to surprise and stimulate higher lyre.
Time relaxes reference hierarchies
thus finite frontiers, limits soon expire.

In context crystalline we find outlined
prismatic tones some play, which more may teach
than meets the eye, contact points combined,
with ease - these inner inhibitions breach.

Words flow where none could know they’d go, no keys
are needed where there’s no directive spire,
no cue restrictive, new priorities
in depth are found, ground falls away, desire
spins toplike, whose magnetic gravity
adds novel levels which combine aspire
to spread, to wed. From seedbed cavity
spores explode, explore, more growth inspire.

Words flow, emotions echo, each assigned
its place to interaction trace where speech
is often too restrictive, predefined,
thought modes aligned, too taut one must impeach.

So verse to verse responds spontaneous
to take up arms against a troubled seed,
to laugh with, never at, unless some cuss,
to read behind the lines for more to read.