More Words
More words than
Usual
Came to me today
They
Came in droves
Like angry bees
And
Indiscriminately
They stung
While others
Made their way
More peacefully
In single lines
And ordered rows
Some came
As whispers
Some as
Garbled prose
They came in
Ones and two’s
And
Floods and flows
Together tho
They each spelt
Trouble
Dont’cha know
Some spoke of
Mysteries
Or miracles
Of unrequited love
And heaven knows
But in a blink
They were all as
Good as gone
No more angry
Bees or whispers
No more
Getting stung
And all before
I saved a single one …
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Author:
Neville (
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Comments5
Ah - I love the measured rhyme in these seductive lines describing the Muse who flippantly uses our minds -- a piece of introspection from your pen always takes me to another plane - great stuff again Nev.
Blessings to ya Fay and true...
These words ain't stinging me, not hurting me. Well they would be, if they was in a wasp's nest, and I reached in to fetch them - as I do, of course!
thank you, nuff said...
Oh, I loved this! Very well done, N!!
Thank you my friend and true ..... Neville
Great write and so very true, words can abound within you but as soon as the pen comes out they seem to disappear.
Andy
Cheers GF60, as always a much appreciated visit...... 👍
And every word a gem.
Thank you Michael .. a most welcome visit sir and much appreciated too
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