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Making the Bed
As she heaved the duvet
Billowing over the bed
Words shimmered through her mind –
Like fish flashing in deep waters
Fleeting
The music of pleasing vowels
Slipping song of bubbled pebbles
Formless
Something – possibly - glorious
Thoughts make our words;
Words make our thoughts.
The silly poet strives struggles
Suffers
For metaphor
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Friday 18th November 2011 3:54 pm
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