Jig is to jiggle and gig is to giggle
As wig is to wiggle and pig is to piggle
But is civ to civil
As drive is to drivel
Scribe yields us scribble
But does nib give us nibble
Or quib give us quibble
Or drib give us dribble
Or rib give us ribald
Dab yields us dabble
But does rab give us rabble
Or scrab give us Scrabble
Does rid turn into riddle
Or fid become fiddle
Mud becomes muddle
Bud does hud become huddle
Or hub become Hubble
Alas, these are unsolved
Mysteries of the Universe
You are the only love immutable
in my eyes
I am the figure of yearning
in your eyes
The only love is with the figure
But the yearning is by the years
A dot, a drib
The accumulated emotions
In the heart, blooming
It looks no enthusiasm
Plain follows ordinary
But the tacit is all over the soul
The mortal world
Thinking and missing
perhaps
We live far apart
but
Thinking and missing
Back and forth forever
The world is but a little place
But we have no distance
And the approaching soul
Is the best word
Just you let me calm
I want to
Comb and baptism
the emotion threads
In this world of the mortal
I accompany you smiling till end
You live with me for a life
Silent sentiment
In the sun, and
In the soft moon
Love and rely on forever
Look at the river of time
Running toward the west
Hand in hand
Tightly together
Wake Me
Somebody wake me from this dream
This nightmare that I live...
Somebody shake me 'else I scream
Lost in this silent sieve...
Somebody take me from this stream
I'm drowning in my drib...
Somebody wake me from this dream
This fractured Adam's Rib.
©deborah burch--2006
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