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Whirling Dervish of Words

Updated on March 21, 2011
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A whirling dervish of words are they

Spiraling around my most physical brain

Like dried leaves picked up in the twirl

Of autumn's dizzy breezes


Poems in the raw

Life plans in the making

Epic goals not yet stitched together

Bumping into one another high above

My conscious everyday


A tornado of images and ideas flashing in the sun

If I could only catch them

Pull them to the earth of my reality

Unwind them, bind them, beg them stay


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      BenWritings 6 years ago from Save me from, Tennessee

      you mentioned one of these to me today, didn't you?

      catch those leaves, Randy ... I know you caught me ;]

      Very nice one

    • Randy Behavior profile image
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      Randy Behavior 6 years ago from Near the Ocean

      Oh yes, my home for wayward poets and underpaid musicians. I'll just pin that one to my vision board and see if it takes.

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      BenWritings 6 years ago from Save me from, Tennessee

      it will, I'll be your first choice, right?

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      bbnix 6 years ago from Southern California

      Hear that!!

      Those leaves rustling together just out of reach, the light breeze carrying them yet farther, but the funny thing is is that they glitter and sparkle in the light - it's quite beautiful, you know.

      In that failure to resolve those dreams, they glow for us, entrance us, keep us believing in the impossible.

      That's where the future is my friend - in the quiet rustling impossible that's just out of reach...

    • Randy Behavior profile image
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      Randy Behavior 6 years ago from Near the Ocean

      Yes Mr Writings, I got your name on my call list.

      Oh I believe in the impossible BB. I truly do.

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      Mentalist acer 6 years ago from A Voice in your Mind!

      Meaning sought for mysterious words into thought.;)

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      Nikkij504gurl 6 years ago from Louisiana

      i pictured my self as a little girl spinning around in circles, all those words floating around me, you can catch them, each word, each idea, each sentence and make it your own. youre one of the great poets.

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      Twilight Lawns 6 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

      I like the feeling that there are words being blown about indiscriminately, brushing against each other. some making contact. But what about those that don't attract or become attracted... are they the words that surround the person who isn't a poet. We are all surrounded with words... it is only the unfortunate (or fortunate) earth bound who can't grasp at them and fit them together so neatly to make pictures and feeling... Ramble, ramble.

      Shut up, Ian. Go to bed.

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      Randy Behavior 6 years ago from Near the Ocean

      Hi MA that sounds like an ad in the personals, lol.

      Hey Nikki. I catch them when I can. Butterfly nets might be what we need. "Great Poets?" Wow I think I like the sound of that.

      Oh TL, the poor non-poets with their sad little collection of gray flat words. We really shouldn't be so greedy with the brilliant and jazzy ones. You especially. :)

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      Twilight Lawns 6 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

      Thank you dear soul. here follows six lines from a writing of one of my favourite poets, in response to your "non-poets with their sad little collection of gray flat words:

      Why should I say your smile reveals a row of pearls?

      A phrase worn thin through time and overuse.

      How many lovers aspire to express, in jaded pallets;

      In pallid colours; pale shades and murky tones;

      When vibrant jewel hues in meaning and in sound

      Must surely lie within our grasp, just waiting to be applied.

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      Randy Behavior 6 years ago from Near the Ocean

      (claps hands) How perfect is that!

    • Twilight Lawns profile image

      Twilight Lawns 6 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

      How perfect is what, my friend?

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      Randy Behavior 6 years ago from Near the Ocean

      Your poet's words TL. Come on people, find the vibrant jewel hues! I'm drowning in broken bleeding hearts and dark stormy nights. Somebody write me a rainbow... Like your sonnet TL, that was technicolor!

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      Twilight Lawns 6 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

      Would you like to read the whole poem? It's bloody long, but I like it. I really like this guy's poetry... I almost wish I had written it myself. (Tee hee!)

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      Randy Behavior 6 years ago from Near the Ocean

      sure, send me a link

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