Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Saturday, April 26, 2014

Wayfaring

Waking up
To
Wavers
Of weaving
Another
Wanderlust
Of
Waxing
And
Waning
Windy
Wefts,
Wambling
My way
Through,
Like a
Wantwit,
Winnowing
Words
To
Wield
Wordy
Wizardries,
Warmed
Wooed and
Wizened
In the
Wayfaring.



2 comments:

  1. Ohh, very pretty. I enjoyed this piece.

    Stopping by from the #atozchallenge !
    @JLenniDorner

    ReplyDelete

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