Poetry is for the soul, food is for the body


May 4 by The Running Son

Ate, slept. My b oddly hurts.

State, depress ions-

less like energy

teaching old

cold si nner

gee why

is so

ul so 






g old

to nu

2 go. no

ne but I

new s o

f hearts li

c kilns li

ke a sky.

hand s m

old en hers

by no eye–

ease of god

crip-pull crutch

oft he universe

alter d by d ‘sign

easel of fer mental,

food can Bri ng space s together


Back to sleep. Food, breath and the universal purpose working as I sleep and trust. The world is full. Earths’s newer hearts take up the mantle without asking. They are blessed by every god but none present. Weak threads weave together to make a property that is the webbing of gold. Silk and string of the foundation of each I, old, sleeping or flexing with the fiber of creative recognition and a soul catching itself before the dissonant ring fills and crowds out every other thing in heaven.



4 thoughts on “Poetry is for the soul, food is for the body

  1. FlutePlayer says:

    He who supplants.

  2. WilderSoul says:

    I like this one Jim. I like how the words break up and wrap around on to the new lines. And I like how the shape curves from wide, to very thin, and back to wide again. I draw words like this sometimes and hadn’t thought of it as poetry, so much as art. My letters turn around backwards even, or the writing turns from left to right. Does that happen to you sometimes? It often happens when I am upset.

    • I haven’t said this openly yet but I wrote privately during my last severe depression. strange lazy, or inspired, habbits surfaced in my prose. Then after, I began 2 play with styles, but intentionally.

      All learning. All helps us develpo. it pretty cool i think.

      I didn’t know u were a girl really. funny.


  3. […] when i see you in heaven •Poem: an introduction •Poem: eye-poem •crash •controlled-crash •poetry is for the soul food is for the body •the girl across the sea •crash-happens •poem: pohm •of blocks and raw material •recap of […]

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