our lyrics
our wind-song
we glide to the light
of our street lamp
never heeding
the beat of
muttering
sputtering
rancid
minds
set to clip
entomb
our words
tomorrow
NOTES
Some words sprinkled through the poem connect with T.S.Eliot's Rhapsody on a Windy Night,
and a brief nod to Eliot's Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.
and a brief nod to Eliot's Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.
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4 comments:
I think words is a serenade of dance at moments.
The whole post is beautifully elegant. You created atmosphere with your choice of words.
Lovely, I can feel the movement through your words.
I love the movement in this and the opening wind...beautiful!
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