The Web They Weave and Others Perceive
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Rain pitter-patterns in the night watches of the twitching arms of time.
Leftover sushi tastes as good as a sweet and salty rhyme.
The AC clicks on and brushes the air with kind reassurance.
The old, but heroic candle finally gave up her flame of transference.
Hunger rises for another noisy revenge.
“Just drink more water,” I tell myself with a sigh and a cringe.
She’s back, with an even stronger soul.
The swelling words cannot, now, take their toll!
We shall, together, weave a web of wonder over the well of pleasure’s tease…
with steady, new found ease…
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Beautiful ♦️🌼♦️
A beautiful collision of the everyday and the surreal. Great job!
That last stanza? "Web of wonder over the well of pleasure’s tease" Mwah. Spiders wish they were this poetic. Lol 😆