Creepers dangled and swayed,
Caught unaware on a windy day.
Runners bend towards and away;
The pot could not hold it anymore.
To the sunny morning, the day after,
Both showed the brightest green.
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Category: Creativity
Very Woman
Silence prevailed.
Accurate mind processed.
“That’s not a very womanly thought.”
I looked up inquisitively.
“Thoughts have gender?”
If so, man and woman
Each has another side.
Perception smiled.
Circumstances laughed.
“Offence not meant, or taken.”
Thoughts multiplied unnervingly.
Advocacy spiralled.
“Oh my accurate mind, please spell,”
Silence persuaded.
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Privacy
Hiding behind the scene,
She hoped to remain unseen;
“Private I am and share not my mind.”
Her performance a dream;
Applause heard among scream;
“Private I am and save me my name.”
Who she is, mattered everywhere.
Who she truly is, mattered to none;
“My privacy is precious and I trade not.”
And thoughts conflicted
Between real and realm
In her sacred private space.
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Float
Curtains fell and bottles rolled
I floated in thin air.
Sometimes mind revels in moments
And absent-mindedness gets an appraisal.
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Variety is the Spice of Life 