CONFESSION
Confession.
I’m addicted
Beside myself
Convoluted, conflicted
I’m addicted
Beside myself
Convoluted, conflicted
Cocked, Coiled, so eager to spring!
Ejected, projectile, still developing
Speed, wind, and a brisk bustle
To capture that prompt
For this I must hustle
Ejected, projectile, still developing
Speed, wind, and a brisk bustle
To capture that prompt
For this I must hustle
Quickly descending, one thing in mind
Pounce on the manna, that prompt is mine
Pounce on the manna, that prompt is mine
Salivating satisfaction as I sink my teeth
Of those play on words
When they sink beneath
Of those play on words
When they sink beneath
Ahhhhhh…a sweet assimilation
Yes, I confess
There is an addiction.
Yes, I confess
There is an addiction.
Wow, very nice! At least this is a positive addiction (and one I must confess will have me firmly in its grasp by the end of November!)
ReplyDeleteThanks Mary. Great! Keep your head up and Keep poeming!
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