The Interstellar vacuum
21 April 2018
Brittle star
Captured in the dark
Morning lark
Nightingale
Succession of feathers lure
My role so demure
Twirling points
Whispered in the night
Fading light
Rising sight
The miracle that anoints
Aching of my joints
Hissing fume
Winding through the space
Between twirls
Body whirls
The interstellar vacuum
It calls to me slow
Reading of the poem:
Interstellar Medley – The Best Of The Interstellar Soundtrack / Hans Zimmer
You capture the movement
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Thank you Derrick
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Wonderful use of words!
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Thank you Malkie. Have missed your posts but hope to catch up soon
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Wonderful 🖤
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Thank you 🙂
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My pleasure 🤓
Welcome at scattered words💐
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