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 peeringArtist...find your museInto the trees outside my window is woven a sensuous, black lyric of silenceIt’s no use squinting and peering into the blackIt snakes and saunters thru the trees and reflects all colour back into the exterior creating a mute space inside my headThis poem is a bait dangling in the void between me and the treesTo lure an alliteration, or a clever phrase to the pencil in my handSo I can begin to construct a silhouette thru the mist of my thoughtsAnd 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 flutesOr the sighing of a wind that is lost and weary of passing thru the dead treesLeaving a lilting tune in my foggy brain