Fairies plum and apple bright
Tainted tarts of rhubarb grown
Atop grim reaper berries glow
Oh when will the pale girl sing
Forever splotched from juice stains
We lie hidden from drama and dreams
In the half waking light of dawn’s dusk
Abundant fuzzy peaches fly high
Among lemon scented daisy followers
Purple pringles float aimlessly in the void
Awaiting the jaws of oblivion
Word sketch
Urban nature
Provides space
To race
Or to ponder
What lies yonder
Out of reach
James’ magic peach
Synapses snap
Cogs whirl
Mind unfurls
This biological being’s
Walking forth
Sharing mirth
Giving birth
Ideas sparkling
Magnificent malarkey
Discombobulated balderdash
Audaciously avalanching altitudially advancing
One winter Wednesday, wee wan Willy Weasel whistles wistfully,
Why’re wide-eyed whelk, Wellington’s waist worn white wings waving without wind?
Wellington, Wellie-to-friends, wobbles wildly, whizzing, whirring, wending
To Wollongong wedding of Wendy Weevil to Willow Winkle.
Wendy’s award winning women’s weaves once won, way-beyond Willow’s winding wastewater wicking widget.
What a wonderful wardrobe they’ll wangle!
Wander welcomes welterweight Wombat, Walter wearing weather worn wafer-thin western wove wheat-sheaves.
Wicked waiter, Wilfred watches whilst wading in the weeds,
Whittled walnut water-raft whooshes in Wembley Womble Witch and Wakefield Whale Wizard, whispering worthwhile words to witty Wandering Wolf, Winston.
Winsome Wensleydale Wench, Winnie has the where with all to warn of a woefully wavering weighty wonton wagon whisking towards the waterfall.
Wow, wiggling Worcestershire Worm, Winona get’s to work on the wailing wheels with wooden wedges.
Willy Weazel whiffs the scent of wafting wedding whisky, wondering whether the weather will warm.
Thoughts ….. float ….. forth.
Unconsciously conjured from etheric darkness. Transmuting into gems, to be raked, graded and sequenced.
Strings
Uncoil, undulate,
Knot.
Repeated until magnum opus’ in hand;
Orators inspire,
Dictators demand.
In comparison, soft speakers mouth and utter.
Unheard messages left fading
….. into….. soulful….. silence.
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