How green the wine,
vanilla gin which stain
the hands of days,
as love reminds and
so defines, the words
the bloggers bring,
in realms where
papers are denied,
in worlds where ether
wins and mind can
burrow, deep like
moles; communicates
and sings.
http://redwolfpoems.wordpress.com/2014/09/10/we-wordle-26/comment-page-1/#comment-785
I love the way you employed "moles, " the likening to poet's minds...great way to include all of the words!!
ReplyDeleteSo lovely! Struck me "deep like moles; communicates and sings". It's a lovely reflexive piece.
ReplyDeleteIt is an interesting time we live in communicating in our similar songs, that we only hear in our own minds.
ReplyDeleteWelcome back! And thanks for stopping by...