A new Sunday Whirl…I know, I know, it’s Tuesday
Well, I may be the last person to submit a Sunday Whirl this week.
Walt wrote the words this week with the directions to pick one word and make it the title and theme and use the other twelve words in the poem.
That’s weird for me, I suck at titles and rarely title anything, but here goes:
sensuous tresses silent colour lilting saunter rich artist lyric exterior silhouette alliteration peering
Artist…find your muse
Into the trees outside my window is woven a sensuous, black lyric of silence
It’s no use squinting and peering into the black
It snakes and saunters thru the trees and reflects all colour back into the exterior creating a mute space inside my head
This poem is a bait dangling in the void between me and the trees
To lure an alliteration, or a clever phrase to the pencil in my hand
So I can begin to construct a silhouette thru the mist of my thoughts
And now, in the rich black tresses of the silence, birds begin to twitter faintly,
A kind of music echoing in the void, a low wail of almost silent flutes
Or the sighing of a wind that is lost and weary of passing thru the dead trees
Leaving a lilting tune in my foggy brain
Veronica, no need for disclaimers, this is a great poem, especially love how you used tresses! Very creative 🙂
Oh Sara tresses was tough! Thank you very much, you’re such a sweet sweetie. 🙂
I like it — and the photo is perfect for it.