The Sunday Whirl invites writers to write a poem or short prose using some or all of the “wordle’s” 12 words. This week it is:
Restoration
passions hum
pulses swirl
hands swarm
hearts storm
forests thrive
breasts heave
magic thrusts
creatures cleave
satiated,
spent,
hanging
without
words,
hangs
without breath,
while
waiting,
waits, wide-eyed
as death
for renewal
renewal
to
come again.
Randy Mazie
Love the internal rhyme here, and all those fantastic strong verbs. 🙂
thanks whimsy
Please come again!
and you, too. Please.
The rhythm within, the tension, the subtle tones I can hear – I like this poem very much. Thanks for sharing it.
with pleasure… randy
This poem has a great beat about it. Renewal what a strange word for modern man where destruction is his bedfellow.
such dark words, oldegg. Where there is yin, there’s also yang.
Randy
nicely done I especially like the first two stanzas
Stop where you like. It’s the American way. Randy
Nice Randy!
Thanks, Bill.
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I love how this is pared down…fine but strong as a spiders web…
I like Pares. I’ve never been to France.
Sorry, but I’ll have to keep it quick today.
Thanks for your kind comments on this web. Randy
Nice one! Warmed me right up.
warm is good.