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.
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:
This strain you love and sure will bear...
I like the last line :)
WOW..Nice one.. simple yet poignant!
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.
Yet another,deep thought-filled poem...There is some kind of enjambment going on...and i like it...You should consider having these published...
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.
wow...really nice flow..
Damn... When I grow up i want to be like you...
Eloquent and still straight to the point..
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.
Guess this has got everything to do with the guitar?
The poem is powerful
kewl..
U've been tag
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.
Hope you are having a super weekend! ♥ HUGS ♥
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