Thursday, March 26, 2009

Flipping and flapping


Twisting and twirling in the belly of this strain
You move gaily to graceful refrain

Flipping and flapping in the midnight lair
You sweeten now like sugary clair.

Fanning and stirring, this tender flair flourishes
Passion blazes, mellowing echoes without straying stitches.

Flipping and flapping in the midnight lair
This strain you love and sure will blare.

12 comments:

Jennifer A. said...

This strain you love and sure will bear...

I like the last line :)

Anonymous said...

WOW..Nice one.. simple yet poignant!

Olufunke said...

Nicely written
I like the way the words flow one into another.
Flipping and flapping.....

How far with the job issue? Expecting your testimony here.

.. said...

Yet another,deep thought-filled poem...There is some kind of enjambment going on...and i like it...You should consider having these published...

poeticallytinted said...

I love poetic devices, alliterations, repetitions when done right they work magic for rhythm. I hardly dare cos i am afraid it'll feel too contrived.

You pulled it off brilliantly. I like.

Afrobabe said...

wow...really nice flow..

Roc said...

Damn... When I grow up i want to be like you...

Eloquent and still straight to the point..

Marci J. said...

Hello again DEOLA,
I'm doing well, thank U - trying 2 maintain my spiritual balance (& consequently, Well-Being). This is Beautiful work (eye Love MUSE-ical references & metaphors).
Thank U 4 Ur Gift 2 thee World.
Keep Well.

The Activist said...

Guess this has got everything to do with the guitar?

The poem is powerful

tommeh said...

kewl..

U've been tag

Unknown said...

yeah yeah.
your guitars remind me of a movie i watched recently. "because i said u"
you shld check it out.
thanks for stopping by my blog.

Shauna said...

Hope you are having a super weekend! ♥ HUGS ♥