Instead of writing this poem, I recorded it on one of my walks. Have a listen 🙂
Forget-me. Forget-me-not.
by Keisha C Taylor-Wesselink
Instead of writing this poem, I recorded it on one of my walks. Have a listen 🙂
Forget-me. Forget-me-not.
by Keisha C Taylor-Wesselink
I close my eyes and watch
the grainy screen of my broken black and white TV.
Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh humming in my ear.
I adjust the antenna – to reach the satellite situated within all that orbits me.
Till it turns into beautiful shades of grey.
settling me in for the ride
carrying me within its stillness.
Till I see it.
A twinkle
A sparkle
of light!
Then it Hits me.
Colorful, PixiliateD
An-i-mated lights
from North to South within a rare rainbow within which I sail …
Into the depths of a space where time has no gravity pulling at me
I EXIST
Close your eyes.
There we may meet.
“Most persons are so absorbed in the contemplation of the outside world that they are wholly oblivious to what is passing on within themselves”
Resources
Scientists Prove That Telepathic Communication Is Within Reach (Smithsonian Magazine)
Are Telepathy Experiments Stunts or Science? (MIT Technology Review)