Curl

Hurl Whirl Curl Watch wit Bind fit Frame hit Love sows right To reap bright In swift flight Watch word wit frame How touch breeds game In praise or blame Glimpse poise in calm proof Watch to see plain truth Death is that sure roof Leon Enriquez 13 September 2019 Singapore

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Joel Hawksley

Date: 11/2/2024 3:46:00 AM

**Colors in the Sky** *by Theresa Lynn © 2024* Festive fireworks foraging forcefully, firework flames... flashing, floating, fading. Families figure favorite fashions. Friends find fizzling firecrackers. Fireworks feature fantastic forms. Frozen faces fathom fascinating festivities! --- Theresa Lynn’s poem uses vivid alliteration to capture the energy and magic of fireworks lighting up the night. Each line brings out the excitement of these "fantastic forms," while phrases like “Frozen faces fathom fascinating festivities” conjure images of awe-struck spectators. This playful piece captures the thrill and warmth of shared celebrations under a sky lit with brilliant colors.

Joel Hawksley

Date: 11/2/2024 3:26:00 AM

I found Curl by Leon Enriquez as a short, rhythmic meditation on the flow and force of emotions, actions, and life’s inevitable cycles. Each stanza reads almost like an incantation, with simple, one-syllable words—Curl, Hurl, Whirl—conveying movement and energy, setting a dynamic tone.

Leon Enriquez
Date: 11/13/2024 8:39:00 AM

Dear Joel: Thank you. Leon