Scribbles 'n Bits

Tag: spring

  • Swing sweet pendulum

    A pentavalent clamor 
    spiraling down. 
    shink 
     
    thunk 
    Precise amplitudes of waves 
    scroll 
    over grids 
    of fine-bound grain. 
     
    shink 
    These multitudes, 
    fractals of time, 
    furors of me: 
     
    thunk 
    pain, love, guilt, growth, gratitude. 
    Cheese and salami 
    on the bindings that I may wriggle - 
    lose myself free. 
     
    swoosh 
     
    Clean out the closet 
    and let the spring flourish.