proseaic poetic wonder

just a few words

loosely drawn together

to create that piece

of proseaic poetic wonder

that leaves you breathless

scratching your head

at what the how who where it came from

why the words of the wind carrying the dandelion seeds

as the sun flickers like a bathroom lightbulb that needs changing

over a world rising from the dying moments of a night spent in complete darkness

the laughter and tears of joyful embraces as the day begins, the orgasmic brushing of golden, red, brown or grey strands as the scent of that new beginning hangs in the air, offering a sense of hope for the day ahead

yes, we all say, unless we don't and it's one of those days that are better spent in bed, whether alone or tangled in love or if the black dog is howling at the porch of your mind and keeping you locked in your own prison

wait for tomorrow, tomorrow will be better

are you enthralled by drawn in by these words of proseaic beauty teeming with striking resonance

as much as the poet is when penning them

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Thanks for reading!

Author's Notes: Inspired a little by the awesome Silver Daux, I wrote this in approximately five minutes, motivated by this quick-fire bit of poetry.