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Shhhhh…
I shall rest here a bit, I think,
quiet in my own slurred skin,
drink of this day in steam and
song, drink long of its word-
stirred sway.
Ahhhhh…
-mazing phrase, making way
through labyrinth line, let’s
shine a little light on nothing
for a change, rearrange feathers
for future flight.
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Written for Creative Bloomings.
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Wonderful sentiment, De. I concur. It’s one of those cold, stay-in days which encourages a slowing down and reflection of life and its myriad rooms.
It’s actually 64 degrees here, Claudsy. Sending you warm thoughts. 😉
Thanks, De. We need those today. We’ll be luck to rise above zero. 🙂
Brrrrrrrr. A great cozy day for writing, indeed. 🙂
Yes, some of these days are meant to be spent in that no-thing space and you captured it in such a “De” way…I love every bit my poetic friend. ♥
What a quiet poem! The sound reinforces the sense–very nice!
🙂 Love “slurred skin.” And the idea that the writer’s just sort of shrinking and observing the muse, wanting to rest, and then has to sort of wrestle the muse to the idea of focusing on nothing, rather than the labyrinth the muse would like to go down. Just sitting tight and fluffing feathers…yes, we all do need to stop and do that sometimes!
Thank you, Ladies. I am craving silence more and more these days, that’s for sure. 😉