Poetic Thirsting


It's not often I allow myself seen in this condition.
Through and through, I'm doused with thought when I am on this mission.
Back and forth and round and round, the motor always whirring.
And as I push and pull and turn, poetic mind is stirring.

Slow it comes until I'm soaked and salted into drenching.
But do I drink of water? Not...instead I sit here quenching.


M
**was worried that this might be misinterpreted and possibly sent to Mature...
but I was mowng the lawn earlier

"Love is not blind - It sees more and not less, but because it sees more, it is willing to see less."
(Will Moss)

MzBliss~
Love the word-whirring~
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~*Marge*~

~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost,
the spirit rejoices over what it has left.
- Sufi epigram <))><

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