Reflections on Life through poetry, essays and photos
This poem will go unspoken, unwritten, unconceived. It will have no mentor by which it’s been received. It won’t be manufactured to become a hot bestseller, in fact it won’t be read by you nor any other feller!
This poem’s an ice-blocked river with words jammed up inside it— each word imbricated with a word stacked up beside it. I just don’t have the wherewithal by which I can procure them and turn them into poems where you might have to endure them!
Excellent use of difficult words
Another good example of imbrication!