In the Quietude
pages pool and words swim,
fingers skim and lips drink,
laced liked brambles or poison,
musings tangled or illusioned;
symbols falter and similes wrinkle,
demands billow and ideas kindle,
thick like thieves or frantic,
time easing or advancing;
either rhyme or reason,
pens sign and books burn,
turning us to cinder.
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Your vivid verbs make this poem so pleasant to read and reread. Great work, as per usual!
Aw, thank you, Katrina!
plenty of movement in this quietude.
Indeed — thanks for reading, Gaby!