rain on the pavement is the darkness that tickles my nose I breathe it deeply copying how the pink hibiscus flower swallows the morning sun and how the brown butterflies puff into the forest with autumn on their wings my stopped watch holds arms raised in surrender it seems there is no doubt we walk blindly through spider’s webs slapping time’s broken silk from our wrists
timefulness
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beauty ! a new Worms poem. and this one I relate to straight away: ‘petrichor’ but I prefer your description and that line about the pink hibiscus flower swallowing the sun: gorgeous 🙂
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that’s right. i forgot there was a word for it. i don’t know that I like the word. lol. it doesn’t ring with meaning for me. I had to look it up again. glad you liked the line about the hibiscus. 🙂
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it’s an ugly word; much prefer yours 🙂
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Gorgeous poem Jo! 👌❤️😁 Particularly enjoyed the last line here:
*slapping time’s broken silk from our wrists”
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Thanks so much, Ken!
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Fantastic. Love the first stanza. Love the smell of rain. And the last stanza is wonderful.
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Thanks Bob! Glad you liked it.
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Splendid. I actually laughed at “stopped watch holds arms raised in surrender”. I’ll never look at my watch the same.
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Lol. It’s not an image for the digitally minded. 🙂
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No, for sure. 😂
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Very nice! Loved the comment about your stopped watch!
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Thank you!
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Brilliant! Love the way you always mange to set the mood already in the first line.
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Thank you Ulle!
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That closing is stellar!
–Shay
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Many thanks!
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