Lost thoughts in a network of pine cones.
Thinking thoughts, glomming on, ruptured…
I tried to write something inspiring as-
The electricity of hopelessness churning out dust bunnies.
Alive.
You know what’s inspiring?
Glass orbs, wooden bed posts, and trains.
They just hold still, or move a lot.
All of us are:
Butterflies with pancake batter wings,
Witches brew that tastes really good.
Lost thoughts in a network of pine cones.
Just like the energy of holding back the splatter.
Like bones who have nothing.
Or muscles that are enraged.
A witches brew with pine cones and no magic at all.
Tastes as good as surrounded by sparks.
We all hold still, or move.
Relax as much as a brain in a socket.
You know who’s inspiring?
Anyone of the people who escaped like electricity.
Made me wake up feeling inspired in some witches brew, rough, slobbery way.
Alive.
Delicate heaped glowing lights at new moon,
scales, wagons, golden dishes and bend tablespoon.
Silver lining stretching to seeming retired quite,
glomming dust of curtains and midnight charm recite.
Lustrous sichel gleam and conducting dream,
bright stars aware in time to serenade in that scheme.
Other sparkle in lone splendor far aloft the night,
pure notes from beyond earth shore in sight.
The sacred flow within and blessing of strive,
creates perfect balance and eternal reality into life.
Innermost sense of purpose and steps of praise,
mirrored play of notes humming our names.
Healing sympathies by elegant magnificent,
oneness to proclaim and allowing to descent.
Gentle turning display of coming destinies,
the living force in spectrums of harmonies.
The blending shades and backdrop of light,
the sky that holds it all in might.
Mother of change and nurturer as we grow,
planted the dream to illuminate all that we know.
"Glom!" she said
Huh? I thought ... "Glom onto me - I want to be glommed!"
Is that even a word?
Well, even if SO, I'm not a glommer ...
Or the glomming type
Still ... if I applied a bit of sensuality to the interpretation
Then ... perhaps ...
She was certainly glom-able
Was I staring at her?
Did she catch my sly 'I'd love to find out what glomming means' look?
Uh-oh ... she's smiling ...
"You don't talk much, do you?" she giggled, winking
I DO, I thought, but mostly with my hands
"Then touch me!" she replied
What the ...?? I spun to hide my smile ... and surprise
How did she hear that? Or was she just guessing?
"Oh, I never guess!" she answered my silence
Grabbing the front of my jacket with both hands, she slid me toward her
Across the slippery snow, smiling like a fox
"Did you ... ?" I started ...
"Shhhhhhhhhh!" she said, putting a purple fingernail to my lips
Then drew my mouth to hers, lips parting
Glom, indeed, I thought
And psychic, too
I'm in deep this time ... oh, hell ...
Glom away!
Look, a bird, a little bird!
She flaps her wings, clapping the wind,
Is she fleeing away from the earth?
by flying a crossword.
Oh, the little bird!
How does she so hesitate and wonder?
Is she struggling with eager?
Or because she has to suffer?
She's been flying day and night
must be she really tired
does she need to have a rest?
No, she is dragging by the glomming light
Steaming fire and ice
Glomming armour and vice
A royal defence force
A charging horse
He’s sire
Knighted Sir.
A messiah
My hero
A skilled warlord
Conqueror of worlds
His regal sword
The last word
They said you weren't beautiful, now you are glomming.
They said you have character flaw, now you are a teacher and mentor.
They said you ain't worth to be called a lady, now a mother you are.
If all that glitters were gold, then maybe they would have been able to see what you possess
inside of you.
Now, they wonder what magic happened to you.
Little did they know that it wasn't magic.
Now everybody wants to know what changed inside of you.
Now they say it is a miracle, seeing what you have become.
They ask you and you don't know what to tell them because you don't understand what
happened yourself.
When next they ask you, my angel, tell them that it is JUST YOUR TIME because this time
has come to stay with you forever.
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.