Sotto Poet Poet Monorhyme

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Twingling Bones

My bones are tingling with a sort of feeling.
Like how the air feels as it sets in altering.
A quick season before it started raining.
Something that causes you to unwilling.
Afferent powers and their link to thinking
And here I am, all of a sudden panicking.
Similar to the tide being hit by something.
By the outset of a minute, I am shrinking.

Written: May 29, 2022

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Demetrios Trifiatis May 30, 2022 at 10:27 AM Witty and pretty, my dearest, Lasaad! Blessings!

Harry Horsman May 29, 2022 at 11:17 PM Smart and clever poetry, I'm, there now, so can relate.

Bill Baker May 29, 2022 at 8:44 PM Sounds like the chaos of unknowing, the sensations of changes without explanation, to me. Nice monorhyme, Sotto.

Gershon Wolf May 29, 2022 at 7:54 PM Sure is a lot of tingling and twingling, jingling and jangling going on here, my friend! Hope the bones are recovering now...