Sweat and toil and creaking
springs, grasping fingers and the scent of hallowed
limbs. Perfect and imperfect rhythms in
motion, bestial howls and fire and tender
susurration, collated in the
half-light of a muted TV.
From this vantage point we survey the hedonic
battlefield, where dust and smoke dissipates and we
victors rejoice with liquid tongues and golden
perspicacity. The half-light lingers;
we prepare to charge into the fray again.
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Love it, very visual…:)
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Thank ye kindly, Mairi! I’m a visual kinda guy lol 😉
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😄
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Rhythm in changing rhythms. 🙂 Loved it.
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Thanks, Chelsea! Very much appreciated 😄
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Love this!!!
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Thanks so much! It’s a little different from my usually depressing poems lol 🙂
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lol True, although those are good as well. They deep and raw
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Cheers! I like to think so, too. Glad you like my work 🙂
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yes, like wise!
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