Some unfinished poetries can be understood by only some,
cause it has to be felt..

She never lied
Just whispered dreams in present tense

Our feet walk on streets,
of history,
all sorts
Standing in a place,
under your feet,
memory street,
a time capsule
Close your eyes,
years and, Centuries,
have covered,
pavements and, skies
The East End,
a cultural feast
Petticoat Lane,
a fashion reign
Spitalfields, cafes, bars,
vintage handcrafted goods,
artwork, fashion,
jewellery if you wish,
public art and, events,
are resident
1888
as I walked past,
no debate
this pavement time,
saw some crime
The Ten Bells creates,
a certain vision and, rhyme,
that I can see every time

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

Nothing invokes fear
Quite like footsteps approaching
And footsteps passing

Trees
I know nothing about them
but,
they mean everything
to me
Each one
a branching group of wizards
waving their wands up to
the sky
Inviting the magic of inspiration

Collections of my disorderly thoughts
gathered together with knots
of my ample desire
to make sense of my everyday life.

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"Hey, I worry that                    
music's our only shared thing."    
            "It's fine. That's enough"
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You once asked me if I could ever describe you in four words, what they would be.
I finally figured it out.
"control c, control v"

Money may not
grow on trees
But far too many people
are willing to go
out on a limb for it

Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!

Sometimes
I want to spin
Myself into a
Hurricane
Just to
Feel
The
Calm
In
The
Eye