Whimsy and offset rhymes....comments/critique/Coffee is ready....?
She Is Who She Was Being Who She Is
Something is on my mind.
Some things, are on...
I watched her weave an intricate stairway
in the place in front
of her face, her hands
nimbly stacking, reacting, tracking
the walkway, she wanted
quiet, yet the metallic whimsy shone
through her imagination,
silver slivers sliding down
wrought rails guarding staccato
moments. She is weaving passions;
her fingers gently flying, untying, plying
past notions, taught emotions, cornering
devotions of loved
ones, twos, threes, each time sent
away with a flick, like little fairy
bells tinkling under the
heavy tones of wind chimes
beat the air, scathing, lathing
the cut crystal path
way into the night, frosted clouds
only require one step,
two faiths, and three
the journey, I realized
She was who?
Answer by neonman
A spider is my guess.
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