Triangle

Eternity coping with pulsating thoughts,
Hesitation, but no communication,
You, the viciously Lost.

Entering the permeable membrane to feel the energy,
Peaceful stillness, or recreation,
You, the determined Prop.

Avoid the anger of the deltoid, that hazardous shape,
Solid bricks, thirst and transparency,
You, the waiting Core.

Clicking chisel to conduct vigorously haunted attempts,
Harmonic lefts and benevolent rights,
You, the nascent Soul.

Electric journeys and gritting escapes,
Plastic dreams and blue terrains,
You, the Visitor.

While attending a workshop entitled Know How Show How that took place in Bulgaria, Sofia, I wrote my very first poem.