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.

Comments

Jennifer A. said…
This strain you love and sure will bear...

I like the last line :)
March 26, 2009 at 2:09 PM
Anonymous said…
WOW..Nice one.. simple yet poignant!
March 26, 2009 at 2:37 PM
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.
March 27, 2009 at 2:13 AM
.. 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...
March 27, 2009 at 3:09 AM
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.
March 27, 2009 at 7:58 AM
Afrobabe said…
wow...really nice flow..
March 28, 2009 at 12:07 PM
Roc said…
Damn... When I grow up i want to be like you...

Eloquent and still straight to the point..
April 1, 2009 at 8:12 AM
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.
April 8, 2009 at 1:02 AM
The Activist said…
Guess this has got everything to do with the guitar?

The poem is powerful
April 8, 2009 at 11:45 AM
tommeh said…
kewl..

U've been tag
April 17, 2009 at 4:43 PM
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.
April 20, 2009 at 9:01 AM
Shauna said…
Hope you are having a super weekend! ♥ HUGS ♥
April 25, 2009 at 9:26 PM
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