Sunday, July 20, 2014

Without hands

by Brenda Warren



    Words’ storming swarm
    entangled in the forest
    of my thoughts –
    magic hum…

    while the heart hangs
    for odd scent
    jumps to thrive
    in a potion of passion!


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21 comments:

  1. Well done... economy of words!

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  2. I'll buy a bottle. Oh yeah, this was a poem, not a potion. Is there a difference? ;) Nicely wordled.

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    1. Oh, a bottle may work too ;) Thanks for words, Brenda! xx

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  3. Ooh I love the magic in this one..rich and think like a potion...and no hands...always clever ;)

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  4. See, this is bigger than us...really a creature ;)

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  5. Love that "potion of passion," especially. :)

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  6. Not a bad way to thrive and feel alive

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  7. How well you describe an authors brain as prompt words are savored for a place in the piece being composed. With 'passion' however there is no problem as the world revolves around it and is our pen friend.

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    1. Indeed, we are ready with a pen, if we feel this 'passion'... Thanks!

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  8. A passionate potion this love affair with words...let them swarm and just keep humming,

    Elizabeth

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    1. Sounds good! Thanks, Elizabeth :)

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  9. Wow! That is nice, humbird. So concise, well done.

    Pamela

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  10. I'll order a bottle of the potion too!

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