A little poetry for the weekend........ Something for the upcoming Holiday -
Urban Thanksgiving
breathing is taken for granted
like touch and smell
Often it is the scent that is missed
A step no longer heard
Missing
a hard wheeze would be a gift
one last movement
a sensory wonderland left forgotten
until the moment it slipped beneath the wave
Drowned
chipped and gapped pottery is more useful in times of thirst
famine lies often at the laden table
fingers fail to prick on metal tines
Silent
And on a more upbeat note....
Alliteration for the SoulSunlight reflects the shadows on the wall
Spinning fragments of used color
Soft frayed edges
Splayed warm fingers
Supporting the bend
Supple
Spine
Tingling on tip-toe
Twirling in the rising heat
Twilight elongates pulsing health
Titillating whispers spark the night
Tasting
Touched
Tuned
Here's to staying tuned, and to a Holiday that leans toward feasting not only on great food, but also great company.......
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