No Note Nonsense

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August 9, 2020

empty room soft breaths
a gentle breeze beckoning
evening’s birdsong air

the forty-two (about me):
I store my soul’s stories in a secret space underneath the stairs.

sanskrit (haiku):
The succinct and supple art of crafting feelings into morsels.

ratatouille (poetry):
A poetaster’s delightful pursuit; facetious, zen, and bona fide.

onomatopoeia (non sequitur):
The greediest of words, an eight vowel-hoarding scoundrel.

pilot lights (first thoughts):
Smouldering creative pieces ready to rise anew and ignite into flame.

rumspringa (charged emotions):
Here I stow my fists, sighs, and tears about awfully big molehills.

être obligé (required reading):
For those who only have two shakes of a lamb’s tail to peruse my “art”.

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