michelle’s poefusion friday five: breast, chronicles, facsimile, visual, squirrel
photo: Existential Anxiety, lightgazer, flickr
patiently turmoil hovers
disturbing disorder
deciding direction
agreeable facsimile
covert visual approach
sitting serenely
upon a stool
nudges the silly
squirrel subconscious
brushing the breast
bating banter
quietly chronicles
neptune neurosis
conversing counsel
darwin and jung delight
pull over and park
let’s talk no more
take me home
to harmonious happiness
Piece of Pie ala Mode 
Well written piece, One More Believer. Both picture and word fit nicely together with your well cultivated thoughts. Have a nice day.
Everyone weaves the same words into such a different carpet! Must be our “squirrel subconscious” that makes that happen.
beautifully written!
how to say
harmony
is home
to whom
home is metaphorical
and “take me home”
is looking inside
take me home
with fewest images
with least struggle
take me home
flying fastest
take me home
without correcting spelling mistakes
take me home
drunk undrunk
take me home
for now
to silence of my thoughts
take me home to that
homely couch
with love beside
take me home…
lets all be home together
and huddle close by
like one,,,
take us home
with words so beautifully
you recite…
I fucking love the end. ❤
oh dear, still
bring me in
take me home with you…
with word so beautifully
you recite…
That is very cool, Ms Pie. So many threads, ideas, and something just a little but sexy in there too. Like a couple who know each other very well.
patiently turmoil hovers
disturbing disorder
deciding direction
Love these lines. Brilliant!!!!
patiently turmoil hovers
to harmonious happiness
Beautiful words. Thank you for sharing.
oh dear…
dats the only thing i know
words mean so many thing
with some left over…
words are man made
but how you will remove
the nature inside you
the left over
you do or not
poet inside you
will express it…
nature is silly
and simple
complicate it if you want
overlap it with words
but their is gap
in words to communicate
nature and silliness
and poem
its where you
express
i am talking like if i know
but you know…
i know that
in between you and me
words only exist
so i can talk silly
rest i can leave it on
your nature
beneath….
everything a poet says is inspiration to rest….
I like the way it sounds, at first I thought the title was “whatever u want” – strange…