Compose a melody,
Then add some harmony -
Suddenly you've caught me; I'm listening.
You spoke of my soul
...
I'm a pyromaniac,
Orange and blue.
Here is my match
And here is my fuel.
...
this past
shall I cavil at winds of thought
and wallow in misery thus begot
or shall
...
Has love ever bitten you right on the nose?
I'm driven to think that that's not how it goes.
You like a pair of eyes, a chin,
...
Oh, my beating heart, be still
Such raptures you have known
In the past your mind has flown
Until you took your pill.
...
Every Conversation ever had,
Has limbs and roots and branches.
The paths not taken, good or bad,
And those beyond our reaches.
...
Every movement anyone makes
Contributes to a symphony.
Some are random; some foreseen
Purposeful consistency.
...
When leaves have lost their initiative
and winds lead them into my hair
I remember the summer days, love
and would wish my soul to fly there.
...
I went out walking early one day.
My heart was not stolen away.
I didn't meet a pair of dark eyes.
My heart didn't fly to the skies.
...
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Wordplay
Bumptious
Scrumptious
Totally presumptuous.
Fearful
Tearful
A bit of an earful.
Blinker
Winker
Precocious thinker
Me
You
Possibilities ensue.
December 2007 Idaho