Titled: Poem number Two.
Can I make a rhyme? Write a poem. Compose a song on paper that sings?
May I take the time? Light a fire under my butt (couldn’t think of a word that marches with poem at its side like a brother.) Repose from work and soar with ringing words?
Mine. Time is all I have. Read and write. Read and write. Better than watch and sleep. Watch and learn. Think and play. How come I can’t come up with more than four-letter words in scrabble?
Babble. A word a day keeps people at bay. Look at your short word poem here.
Pyanfar crying out for play. Py An Far. Space captain. Swaggering female.
Staggering with fumes. Drunk on neglect. See if I can make one sentence soar.
Here it comes.
Silver feline collapses in worshipful love between my feet, tripping me up in my own place, all that I will ever have is here in her magical eyes. Plus I have the books.
Here is Pyanfar.
Coming soon: a fantastic narration of ILL MET BY MOONLIGHT by Emmy Award winning actor Bill Oberst Jr. (In about two weeks).
WHAT I READ THIS WEEK: ARROYO by Gretchen Rix. THE RIVAL by Kristine Kathryn Rusch.
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