every word
you throw into the light
like a thunderclap
I get pins and needles
from where you grab
my wrist
electric taste in my mouth
so wind us up
like toy cars
and watch us scurry
delirious
as wild animals
in a hurry for something
to get out
from our self-made mess
to breathe free
from the labyrinth
made of ***** mirrors
let’s melt the icicles
use our words like fire
the roar of our stories
warm flicker of your voice
I wanna whirl
in the moment
swallow the blur
keep spinning
absorbing noise
and colour
our noise and colour
write a diary
in purple ink
bits of string
a coffee-wet finger
and still keep spinning
away from the maze
with you
and each second
that follows
Written: September 2016.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time on a bit of a whim - not a great deal of thought went into this, but I'm happy enough with the result. No major changes to the structure. All feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP at some point in the future.