Of whirlwinds and words
The way they drop tantalizingly out of reach
Or feather your cheeks lingering as they pass…
How they storm the bastion of close held secrets
Ferreting out strands of stray raw ones
So that the cold and hot, both hurt the exposed, worn nerve
Like a recurring toothache. One you cannot do anything about.
And yet again they become the salve.
Cocoon you in a verse, a story
Staying close till at least the scabs form.
I drink words this morning.
#magicalmornings MM#251 1 Feb 15
#cheatpost 🙂 #magicalmornings … More in the coming days!
#Day2 of #FebruaryFlows a part of #RamblingsinFebruary 🙂
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February 3, 2019 at 2:35 am
Her whorls of words — she zaps us with them
And some verses make us haw and hem
She says she cheats
But even these feats
Were Magical Mornings from which they stem!
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February 3, 2019 at 10:49 am
And you are biased, Gul! Thank you!
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February 3, 2019 at 9:49 am
No cheat
This feat…As Gul says 🤗
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February 3, 2019 at 10:49 am
Tee hee… 😘❤ thanks Uma!
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February 4, 2019 at 5:46 am
I love how you have strung the words, and the imagery. You are so good at it! 🙂
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February 4, 2019 at 3:50 pm
Thank you Shail 🙂 Them words they arrive of their own accord, and array themselves just so!
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February 4, 2019 at 2:22 pm
Like petals of a flower,
A hot summer day’s shower
Your words, our minds empower
at the same time they devour.
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