A piquant thought nudges me-
As to
Why words topple into me
When the clocks tick midnightwards.
Perhaps they’re tired of hanging out of reach
And think I might just not notice
As they slither down the thought strings?
And so with eyes dry drowned in midnight oil
I grab them, before they squirm out of reach!
Only to array them before me
And wonder, suddenly, where all the magic did go
I should have left them be.
Sigh.
28 February, 2012
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February 29, 2012 at 12:22 am
The magic is right here, happening as you weave thoughts and words around and then they entangle with each other – that is nothing short of magic 🙂
…and closer to midnight – maybe the thoughts are just waiting for an opportune moment to strike. The slience of the night. The vibrance of your thoughts. There cannot be a better romance! 😀
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March 6, 2012 at 1:45 pm
David 🙂 🙂 You know how it is. I’m most often struck down by this condition nightwards 😀
Thank you so much, for being that night owl who prowls this place 😀
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February 29, 2012 at 2:47 am
ha ha.. loved it.. 🙂 loved all the slithering squirming words ..
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March 6, 2012 at 1:46 pm
Sunitha 😀 Lol @the way you’re imagining it 😀 Thank you!
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February 29, 2012 at 11:15 am
Look at the magic right here
Its evident for all to see
This freedom of thought without a care
Dont let them words just be
Let them flow is such sweet abandon
Let them bloom and flower ever free
Under the midnight stars or the afternoon sun
Dont let them words just be 😀
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March 6, 2012 at 1:47 pm
Tito 🙂 Bravo!
I wish I could rhyme so effortlessly! I don’t know about the magic though. I’m just haunted by them, and find relief when they are let out 😀 😀
Thanks!
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March 6, 2012 at 2:53 pm
😀
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March 1, 2012 at 3:01 pm
This is so beautiful. Hanging out of reach,. slithering down thought strings, catching them before they squirm out of reach… Loved the expressions! 😀
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March 6, 2012 at 1:48 pm
Shail, 🙂 Thank you!
I just go a bit crazy, before hitting the sack, nailing those words 😀 😀
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March 2, 2012 at 10:17 pm
you’re spot on and I confer that most of my output is concluded post-midnight too.. I’ve even woken up, got out of bed and written lyrics, lines or a melody down before it’s all evaporated in the morning..
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March 6, 2012 at 1:50 pm
Welcome here, Tigercity. Ah! I have these times too, when, half asleep, just before I get up, and entire write would have formed, but I’d have been to lazy to capture them!
Glad you re able to harness all of those things before they evaporate!
Thank you for the visit, and sharing of yourself 🙂
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March 22, 2012 at 7:06 pm
I loved this! 🙂
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September 8, 2013 at 9:12 pm
Thank you Sashu 🙂
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