SharonMcCormick
Hello. I’m a non-stop creator of poems, stories, and artistic items. It was woven into my soul from birth.
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Squiggles on Paper
Words & numbers
on a page,
writ in love
or burning rage.
Gurgling-burbling
through our brains:
happy, sad,
pleasure, pain.
Feelings slide
through pencils, pens
rhyming-chiming
now & then.
Who brings these squiggles
to our eyes?
Friends with nimble
lows & highs.
Copyright 2020
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/Soul enema/ PS: no barium
rhyme is perfection
verse be peace
whether by tortuous contortions
Or meandering trickles
let it rip
thought is as ether
diffusing within crags and craters
words are but embers
Fanned into fires
whether by volcanic rush
or by tidal flow
tonal eruption
Nuanced blow
by will or by wish
let it rip
and purge the soul.