Untitled - XLVIII
08/11/2021
I playfully stomped in a puddle of letters,
and splatter of words sprayed all around.
The minds sponge gathered the droplets,
and before long, a phrase was formed.
Like a child, I jumped from puddle to puddle,
joyfully collecting every word that I could.
The thrill, the exhilaration of forming phrases,
led me to pen this, call it what you would.
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i would call it "a coincidence"
this was so refreshing to read!
Brilliant imagery I call it - I love the picture of jumping in puddles of letters to catch better words.
I love the childlike glee you express in playing around with words, "gathered like droplets"
I would call it sheer delight, at least it was to read.
that first stanza starkly portrays
my start to every write, lol
thanks for sharing
how extraordinarily graphic and otherwise brill ... a happy post for sure ................................................N
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