My contribution to a collaborative poem by Neha from the blog, ForgottenMeadows
You can find the entire collaboration here
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On the way to my centre,
I skimmed the journey, retrospectively,
Witnessed all too late,
The many dimensions I had yet to see
Leaked my identity
Through black on white,
The only language I speak.
Semantics, connotations of my poetry
Underscores and solidi, mark how I,
Identify, mark, group and divide
The makings of my golden mind
There’s the world, how I understand it
Then everything else, in no particular order
On the way, to unravelling me
Their misstep was assuming what they see
Comes from what I write, these are words
That bear shape in thought form,
Incising and making themselves known
Naturally, through this platform, put simply
What you read is a memory
Stirred in a dish as I wish,
I’ve written, been writing, will write
Tremor-inducing pieces
On the way to making infinity
Finite.
– Original-Dante ©2017
Art by: ryky
O.D. 
“stirred in a dish as I wish” What a marvelous image for artistic creation. This is a “deep” piece and I shall think more on it.
Thank you Anne, so much 🙂
What you read is a memory
Stirred in a dish as I wish,
I’ve written, been writing, will write
Tremor-inducing pieces
On the way to making infinity
Finite.
Yes, this is amazing Michael ❤ you've risen to the top once again with your amazing thoughts flowing into the pot, stirred so nicely, but I know you, never done….always more to add to the deliciousness ❤
Peace and love Kim, stay blessed my friend, always and forever ❤ ❤
thanks my friend, still owe you an email with my meager thoughts 🙂 haven’t forgotten 🙂
“What you read is a memory” caught me, too. Such a simple truth but it seems so ‘poetic’ in your poem!
Thank you! 😀