Image via Magpie Tales i won't be leaving here with you nor will you be staying with me for any longer than you see fit that is just the way of it it is the silent refrain of my being i won't be leaving here with you but i will stay, until my time is done as your ceremonial chosen one no, this won't be my last tour though it is the first time i won't be leaving here with you shh, now, darling. this is what i do i see it in your eyes, our time's drawing to a close. please don't mind the tears they come, they go, it's true... i won't be leaving here with you Rene ~ December 8, 2012
got caught in the spin cycle of your words.
ReplyDeletewell done.
me too! A great poem that really moves. ;)
Deletewell done= love the last line!
ReplyDeleteI think a girl like that is yearn that weave the fabrics of joy...
ReplyDeleteDamn, this is awesome!!! Every word just drips like melted warm sugar-honey drizzling down the wrists to the inner elbows. Seriously. So sexy and yummy and just absolutely fantastic poetry.
ReplyDeletePERFECT word-magic to go with that picture.
ReplyDeleteYes, I liked it very much!
ReplyDeleteI agree...perfect words to go with that picture. I felt myself getting dizzy as I spun too back to my childhood. Days of wild spinning.
ReplyDeleteLove love LOVE "giggle storm chaser," especially.
ReplyDeleteI like 'everybody in a spool.' I can picture that!
ReplyDeleteGorgeous :D
ReplyDeleteThis poem spun me down the page most effectively. Nice to see you, Rene.
ReplyDeleteSuch a whirling, twirling pretty child she is! nice poem.
ReplyDeletethis spun with youthful innocence
ReplyDeletegracias
Jelly roll and spool...yum.
ReplyDeleteGold star good!
ReplyDeleteExcellent!
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This makes me want to cheer--what a great energy to encounter on an afternoon!
ReplyDeleteThis felt like a dizzy, twirling sweet treat!
ReplyDeleteIts fun to get caught up in the fun of young girls. Silly, yes...but somehow noble
ReplyDeleteYou actually described the image to a T. Spot on! She did "spun herself plump dizzy."
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