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Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Savoring the symphony

I fell for her.
Rather crashed,
While going at 30,
Downhill,
With practically no control.
My helmet saved me.
That and 'course, Cupid.
His love-jab
Surged through my veins
Like lightning.
Andante, the amphetamine.
The backdrop blurred.
We savored
The symphony, moderato.


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10 comments:

  1. AnonymousApril 22, 2015 at 1:30 PM

    Do I get extra nerd-points for knowing "Moderato" meant? Oy.

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  2. UnknownApril 22, 2015 at 2:47 PM

    Falling into crazy love. Nice job.

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  3. MarcyApril 22, 2015 at 4:38 PM

    Nice description here. Love the speed references.

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsApril 22, 2015 at 10:09 PM

      Thank you Marcy. I really appreciate your kind words.

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  4. AnonymousApril 22, 2015 at 7:18 PM

    Nice take on Love and speed. Spot on!

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsApril 22, 2015 at 10:12 PM

      Thank you. It is good to hear that the combination clicked

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  5. UnknownApril 23, 2015 at 2:44 AM

    I enjoyed the lightness, the humor, especially in these lines: "My helmet saved me./That and 'course, Cupid." Nice play throughout on the idea of "no control."

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsApril 23, 2015 at 6:57 AM

      Thank you Jennifer. It is such a pleasure to hear such encouraging words

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

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