workshopoetry

behind a flower that wakes up under the morning first sun
there is a mechanic  a dynamics  a rational system

behind a whisper of peace given to the wind
there is a geometry a chemistry a physics

there is no poetry without elements distortion
there is no poetry without cinematic and mathematics

and us
we all are 
assemblages tangles joints
ties connections
sometimes logical sometimes not
and only consciousness saves us
memory and consciousness save us yet
as thousands of years ago

Marco Bo
http://cantidallaperiferiadelmondo.blogspot.it/2015/07/officina-poesia.html