a friend of mine is having a fru-klunksy day. she writes and adores punctuation (she probably also likes Proper Capitalization, but that is neither-here-nor-there-zi-toad…#orizit …).
Anyway. This is a quick afternoon poem I jotted down on the Misbehaving Cylon McSmackbook for her.
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semicolon
because your day is bad…
you may forget to understand
(that)
words
go
everywhere your feet dance
..they leak from the furniture
-the calming of dilemmas
-magic potatoes
-page turns go quicker
….you gather loose ends.
i don’t think like this -
and i never will.
some people’s punctuation has wings.
some people’s stands still.
but yours carries thinking along,
seducing the parlance;
completing the marathon of a stand-still
if given merely half a chance.
‘Words go everywhere your feet dance’…… Makes a whole lot of sense.
it’s about a person who dances and writes and makes art.
i was thinking of wood nymphs who leave trails of letters behind like breadcrumbs or something.
And you also found yourself a very suitable & apt surmerged meaning to go along with the surface meaning too. ‘Words (going) everywhere … feet dance’ by extension also refers to the ‘Walls having ears’ & words said within even the slightest ear shot of the world; living or inanimate like furnitures & fittings, would always ‘leak from (them)’. I liked that a lot… but hey, I’m just another loud mouthed amatuer. It is a pleasant read. Thanks!
you are most welcome.
<3 <3 <3
Also, I have added this to Evernote. Squee!
Everynote RUUUULLLLEEEZ. I don’t even know the full capacity of it!!!
You will have to show me more of its mighty ways. 