Sunday, August 11, 2019

Swirls

Stir the magic frothing foam to
Soothe the seething cauldron of
Her mystical elliptical
Simmering upon the pit.
Sending signals in the air
To hither, yon and everywhere.
Passersby are mystified,
Eyes transfixed to catch the prize.

Simple swirls,
Lovely pearls adorning alabaster skin.
Complex rhyme
Marking time around in circles, then again.

Peaks and valleys never seen,
Must be totally serene.
No sharp angles, tears or tangles,
Shades of yellow, red and green to
Give direction, offer pattern.
No rules given or allowed.
Swirling, twirling, billowing
High above her anxious crowd.

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