Wolf Creek enters
—–
Desire is a stream….
Pushing and burning…
frothing and churning…
Tumbling and creeping…
Until….
It reaches the golden deep…
and looses shape…
amoebas itself…
mixes in…
sighs…
and just relaxes…
regrettably…
but…
deservedly…
—–
David L. Whitman 04/25.2012 from under a sky so blue…
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Desire is a funny thing…sometimes when a desire is fulfilled it vanishes but other times it returns and runs its course again.
Completely agree. Sometimes you never know when it will spark up
ooo saucy!
Nice verse!
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:). Saucy! I love it! Thank you so much:)
Excellent… can feel it with each line!
Thank you so much Robyn:)
I think I’m going to make a part two to this later today. Sort of a rhyming story:)
Something to look forward to later! ….will give me something to think about while I’m in the MRI machine tonight!
Regrettably and deservedly. Punch drunk on that feeling. . Perpetually. .
:). Yes. Stuck in that endless cycle:))
Love the flow of this poem. So up beat.
:)) Thank you Kim…I’m so glad you did…
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