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On Keeping Tabs Of Mind.
I have shoe loose
Trips train of thought
In lace untied
And scattered mind
Is lost inside
Entangled head
Untidy round
Eyes listless blue
The night is on
No Sun is home
Moonblind my eyes
I feel waylaid
In this dark maze
Just seeing stars
Way overhead
As then I bump
Into a girl
In whose face
There looms a tic
Of eyebrow quick
About the figures
Her features take
As my heart sinks
To fish for pearls
I love how this poem swirls
I love how this poem swirls you around as in a dance in the beginning, landing you safely on the ground after an unsuspected 'tic', like a bump in the road!! Muah! Loved it!
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thanks for the comment:)...
Thanks for the comment:)...I did indeed stumble into this poem,hehehe,...ooops,,,
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A Spiral That Spirals
Now that is the way to catch a falling rhyme - not easily done, masterful in fact, sheer delight to read and travel with you to the end that is no end, but a means ~~A~~
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There is never an end or a beginning...poems catch you in the middle...Ooosh!:D...I feel we're forever falling and forever catching ourselves doing so...A falling into another fall...And a stopped clock always tells the same time twice a day,:-)...