Haven’t you wondered
How some conversations
Are…
Words spooling
Meeting, meshing
In patterns,
Random, refreshing
Exquisite, eclectic
Esoteric, inscrutable too.
Sometimes it’s the
Tiny motifs that delight;
Sometimes the awe
Of the big picture.
Though sometimes
(A lot of times, perhaps)
Them threads
Go for the jugular,
Choke, stifle,
Leech, bleed…
An anguished
Knotted silence
That shouts
In the splotches
Of the tapestry
That’s come to be.
Conversations?
I love those times
When they’re just
Soliloquies
Rich, resonating…
Soul-li-loquacious
(Wouldn’t you say? 🙂 )
19 April, 2018, Day#19 of #NaPoWriMo, 2018
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