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.

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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.