Spread the love
Round up the centuries and feel the heat,
the percussion of lightly perfumed syllables joined
by other strings–
and though April is sullen
let us remain together in Poetry,
make use of the fire that’s raging in our breasts–
primrose dreams remind us
that even in the face of adversity, we are inseparable.
Photo credits: Pinterest
Day two ~ Taking it to the Streets
Posted for “Play it Again” @ Real Toads
Yes indeed. Great last line!
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
A call for connecting, welcomed for sure👏🙏
Thank you so much, Linda 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Stay safe on the other side of the world, Sanaa.
You too, stay safe 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Sherry 💄❤️
Yes, we poets stick together…Yeah!
Always, always!! 💄❤️
That is the beauty of writing in that nothing is impossible; we always have our imagination to help us out.
Absolutely! Thank you so much, Robin 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
I like this, Sanaa. Though the countries rage the artists speak different languages and enjoy their commonality.
In the blogging days I used to blog with several Iranian bloggers. Even now the ham radio folk soothe the borders.
BTW, did you know that we were in Dubai this December, then went to Aba Daba, Fujairah, and Oman, before sailing to the Indian Coast? We talked of you.
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Thank you so much, Jim 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
A rousing call, Sanaa, and a beautiful orchestral phrase:
‘the percussion of lightly perfumed syllables joined
by other strings’.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️