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There is a sight I hold dear. A misty morning, a grey veil, green hills in the background, lush and abundant. On the fore, at about 100 feet...

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Apostrophe rhetoric

That sudden
Inexplicable
Rush of adrenaline,
Blush of cheeks,
Heart, ready to burst,
Thumping, literally pounding
Against the
Containing walls,
Blood
Gushing through
The mesh of
Arteries,
Ache, dull yet dense,
In the triceps and tendons,
With the urge
To hold,
With the impulse to
Embrace,
Adopt,
Acknowledge,
Appreciate, and
Admire;
Tongue tied
With verbosity,
Skin twitching
With
Palpitations of possibilities,
Face, a radiant sun
With
Aspirations to
Amass,
Hoard
The lifetimes together
In that fleeting rush,
When you just flitted
Through the thoughts,
At random,
And all this while
All I get to do
Is
Talk to the apostrophes.



4 comments:

  1. I enjoyed your poem and finding your blog through the A-to-Z challenge. Can't wait to read more. Happy blogging! www.dianeweidenbenner.com

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    1. Thank you so much Diane. Lets just hope I can keep up to the challenge

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  2. Hi, Ruby,
    Your words do create vivid pictures.

    J.L. Campbell writes at The Character Depot and the Jamaican Kid Lit Blog.

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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.