Where does it come from
And where does it go
Sliding away
The tighter I cling
The quicker it moves
A fox tail
Trailing silk through my arms
Charming
Then gone
Leaving me with a whisper of a thought
Just out of reach
Sometimes they rhyme
But mostly
The words breathe
And if I’m not listening closely enough
They hover
Just out of reach
I almost sang along to this; it has that kinda quality about it! 😉
Mum used to read me nursery rhymes – I knew all of them when I was a little girl – and I would love to recite them – sometimes I think that beat is stuck in my head and comes in behind my poetry at times 😊
Ah, could well be! Such formative memories run deep 😉
I love the beat you walk to, it’s harmonious rhythm is infectious and lovely 😍
Thanks Maria that’s lovely
beautiful poetry here the title has great draw it.
Thanks 😊