Suspended,
on this bridge
crossing over life
Spatial excess
the extension of us
fluid and flexible
against the rigid chords of time.
Listening to thoughts
breathing ideas,
virtual reality our dreams
floating on waves of disbelief
landing on proposed realities…
Excerpt from “Floating”
#versesinmotion #AThousandSilentWords #poetryoftheunsaid
Laura≈LME ©
Fighting pain
winning space
in that eternal moment:
Truth!
When all stands still,
dangerously fixed
on the walls of time.
Endlessly walking,
inverted pendulum of hopes,
losing faith
in circles of revelations
when all around is turning,
spinning fast
in everlasting spirals…
Excerpt from “Strength”
#versesinmotion #AThousandSilentWords #poetryoftheunsaid
Laura≈LME ©
“…Falling on silky thoughts and vibrant touches,
Feeling like shivering sparkles of far away stars,
Carried by waves of deep frictions
on thin golden sand
of cosmic shores
with scent of winter seas
and infinite flickers of summer nights.”
Excerpt – Unpublished – Untitled
#versesinmotion #AThousandSilentWords #poetryoftheunsaid
Laura≈LME ©
Blanket of nullity,
no time,
it invades the space
swallows the voice
suffocates words
crushes the heart.
Soul’s cords vibrate
with no sound.
Only the blowing wind
in the chorus of wing-beats
through bare branches
on a carpet of leaves
of a winter garden
Still
Rigid of ice and frost
enchanted, taciturn
Icy colored flowers.
Sound waves
infiltrated
in a tissue of cries
heart-rending,
Sharp
locked
and through the cold walls
of uncertain times
the sound of silence
screams again.
La coltre del nulla,
senza tempo
invade lo spazio
ingoia la voce
soffoca le parole
stritola il cuore
Vibrano le corde dell’anima
nessun suono
solo i soffi del vento
in cori di battiti d’ali
tra rami spogli,
su tappeti di foglie
di un giardino d’inverno
Fermo
rigido di gelo e brina
incantato e taciturno
Fiori color ghiaccio,
onde sonore,
infiltrate in un tessuto di urla,
rimangono prigioniere
e tra le mura fredde
di una sera incerta,
il suono del silenzio grida ancora.
“In that silent castle, through clouds of words and brushes of light, our hearts make a sound…” by @LauraLME – All rights reserved –
New digital poetry book ~ Work in progress ~
VersesInMotion Radio Show is back with Adamski live on Tuesday 12th of May at 7PM GMT/ 2PM EST
Watch this space for the link to listen online!
Verses In Motion Radio Show VIM radio Show 
is back next Tuesday 12th May at 7PM GMT / 2PM EST
on GetYourz Radio 
With a very special guest live from our VIM London studios and from GYR NYC headquarters
We will talk about 3step, waltz, and we’ll listen to some of the tracks from his amazing new album out now on his FutureWaltz label: “Revolt”
Verses In Motion Radio show: Created, Written and Produced by Laura LME – Hosted by Laura LME, Eric EDubb – Directed by Cecilia Francisquini And Eric EDubb
@LauraLME ~ Verses In Motion ~ Digital #Poetry – #Photography ~ All Rights Reserved.
There is a place where we meet
walking slowly towards each other,
A place where we have always been,
In a different time and space
With the same beats,
like blades, cutting the soul in ribbons.
There is a place,
Where we break the walls of pain,
Feeling touch of snow
and rain drops on our faces.
There is a moment, round and perfect,
In that bouncing bubble
our hearts make a sound
Our souls meet
in a rainbow arch,
sliding on diamond ice,
jumping on green memories,
dancing on calm waters.
There is a place where we run,
on puddles of mistakes
through hot streets of fire,
taking us to crossroads of danger,
Where dust and wind play
following each other
between deep ravines
and fresh waterfalls!
Drifting into sleep
finding soul cords and vibrations,
looking inside the maze of my heart
where beats connect to breathing
following the path of never
Resting my mind from this anxious time
suspended
through the highs of skies and the lows of dusty lands
Jumping on clouds
pouring rain drops and heavy thoughts
on muddy puddles of memories
Fragile dreams,
Pure visions,
shattered on shining trails of stardust
places, faces
slow motion, sequence of impossible events
Timeless parade of pacing words and frames
walking through nights of fire and stormy days of wonder
in a soft bubble of hopes and fears,
“where the invisible becomes essential.”
