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...

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Footfalls of love

As the lullaby
Receded to a hum,
She turned out the lights,
Squeezed out of his blanket,
And closed the door gently,
But partly,
On his dreaming silhouette,
Softly treading back to
Her own room,
Kindled with ecstasy
Of their melting silhouettes.

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    1. I am glad Kathy that you can relate to this. It is such a pleasure to hear from you. Thank you so much.

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  2. Beautiful imagery. Nicely done!

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  3. I really love this poem, Ruby! The title, too : )

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    1. Thank you so much Kymm. Your compliment is all the more cherished because I am usually not very convinced with my titles. Thank you once again

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