She had secret, unbidden musings
Musings uttered only in the lines of a poem
A poem full of razor speak and gossip
Gossip that alarms like lightening strikes in a storm
A storm that bathes sour, thirsty words, softening them
Forming them anew like bronze in a sculptor’s hands
Into burnished intonations of love
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Oh wow, YES.
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thanks!
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Welcome.
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Really like this line: “A poem full of razor speak and gossip”
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Thank you
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Like alchemy turning those razors into bronze! Superb 🙂
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Thanks so much!
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I know someone who has mastered the art of “razor speak.” Hm, maybe more than one… 😉
Timeless Tales
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Ooooo – ouch
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