I thought I'd share some more
of my magnetic poetry:
Poem # 5
Peace, like death
Is silent. Still,
Blood recalls
The pounding heart.
Bare winter skin
Dreams of summer.
Poem # 7
My silently pounding heart
Drunk with summer smells,
Recalls our symphony of flesh.
Whispered love now lies still.
It is winter here.
Word of the Day: limpid. (adj) perfectly clear, transparent; not cloudy or turbid.
Limpid--fantastic word. Last time I used it, the man I was talking to told me never to use that word, it made his balls shrivel. Hee hee. I can't believe the amazing poetry you can do with refrigerator magnets. That's insane! Love the cadence and the imagery.
ReplyDeleteI think I will use "limpid" in a post. You are very talented with the magnets.
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