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...
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The sun was nearly gone. So were the last of his passengers. That was what he thought. Driving the cab at snail-pace through city’s traffi...
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He went there. Daily. Unfailingly. His conversations, Candid, Intimate. And why not! He had Inspired That iron-man, ...
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The 12 inch heel, the confident gait, The measured steps, the sudden halt, The blush on cheeks, the smoldering eyes, The hands on h...
Your poem flows wonderfully. Beautiful word choices, I love it!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Anna for such kind words
DeleteOur eyes can be the window onto the soul, can't they? In the first stanza, I wasn't sure whether 'speaking' applied to the secrets or their eyes.
ReplyDeleteEyes definitely are a window to the soul.
DeleteAnd 'speaking' was for eyes
I will try to bring in more clarity in next post.
i love the idea of hazel eyes unraveling stories of a relationship.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for appreciation.
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