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More

There is the inferred,

between

the lol

and the <3.

 

I linger there,

believing there is more:

more heart,

more depth,

more intrique.

 

I picture a place,

the characters,

the conflict to be resolved,

and that’s where

I most want to stay.

 

In plots, 

in points well taken,

in words that convey it perfectly:

stories,

images,

feelings.

 

Borne up and out,

of texts 

and emails,

sent through the air.

 

How do the words stay intact?

 

And there,

in what’s not said,

in what might have been said,

if you called,

if I did:

 

go.

 

 

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A Spinner

When spun,

a story ignites,

the velocity of imagination,

the kindling heat,

setting the words,

aflame.

 

I spun stories

to soothe,

to quiet

parents who wanted tales,

that convinced them otherwise.

 

I spun stories

to expel.

My baby sister

sometimes needing

a way to feel and release,

in all the confusion.

 

I spun stories

because I had to,

because my mind

and heart

demanded it.

So I coud be soothed,

so I could feel,

so I could become a spinner

of stories,

the words set aflame

by the velocity

of my imagination,

still.

 

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Painting of Carol,  by Paul D. Ortlip

Guttersnipe. Polymorphism. Delectable.

Guttersnipe.

Polymorphism.

Delectable.

These words,

among others,

make it past

Saint Pete’s gate

in my head,

getting to the heaven

of words.

And why they do

is questionable.

 

Perhaps

it’s the sound of them,

whispered inside my brain

over and over,

like a song

that lands

and stays.

 

Perhaps its the meaning

with no connection

between them,

as far as I can figure.

 

Perhaps they are random,

bubble pops

from a world of lost words,

rising up to be

recognized

before sinking back into

the land of very far away,

unless there is a use for one,

there and then.

 

Or maybe I am to say one of them,

out loud,

in  celebration of its existence.

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Guttersnipe.

Polymorphism.

Delectable.

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Poof………………………………………………….