Thrum

Ummm...Here's a little ode...dedicated to the effects of love...or perhaps it's affectation or even infection...

Yep...infection reflection time...


Thrum


Why does love birth this pervasive melancholy?
Caring thieves strength.
I am hollowed my surface stretched taught.

I thrum.

This resonance perpetuates I
a vibratory voice which faint sings lone and ephemeral.
The tenor of my yearning more reminiscent
of twilight marsh birds speaking lorn.

This quiescent search stirs a like reply.
These harmonic undertones identical
return to bruise my fragile tympanic ego.

I am rocked by my own mute echo.


There you have it...It's love...and I am so...played


YouSir

YouSir, I am very pleased you are back! Very pleased indeed.

a reply to: yobroop

Ummm...good morning YoBroop...

I apologize for taking so long to respond...
Thank you for your kind words...it's so good to be back my friend...

Perfectly amazing...I just sat here while typing and watched a brilliant sunrise all oranges and reds...
Which reminds me of the "red sky at night sailor's delight, red sky at morning sailor's take warning"...
phrase...

Guess it's going to rain today after all...

Be well my friend


YouSir