wordplay – Magical: Day One

Filling Time.

March 20, 2019March 20, 2019 Lucy

Moments musical

moments magical

moments of lost joy

moments of lost time

moments found

and moments lost again

moments of transcendence

moments without trace

elevated moments

buoyed

momentarily free, and floating

moments dropped

moments left behind

in pockets

dipped-in, and found again

moments drifting, elongating

moments dragging, under-taking

moments tinkling and a-glow

moments of darkness

moments drowned

moments harsh, that cut

moments soft, that lull

louder moments, fraught and frantic

moments calling

and the ones that pull away

moments growing in the deep

moments ending

moments rounded-out, replete.

Wordplay/Foreplay.

July 18, 2018March 24, 2019 Lucy

I’ve always been aroused by a little alliteration,

just as its bedfellow, assonance, adds extra titillation.

Regrets.

June 18, 2018November 18, 2018 Lucy

the could’ves, the should’ves, and the never-dids

the would’ves, and the won’ts

some weren’t-to-bes and what-nots

some forget-me-nots and why-nots

the might’ve-gots and won’t-be-gots

the shan’t-haves, the can’t-haves

the probably-never-would’ve-anyways

and the but-we-thought-we-had-everythings.

A Self-Consciousness Kicked-In.

November 18, 2017July 18, 2018 Lucy

It’s the rhythm of the beautiful words breaking.

But you said there was a beauty in the broken

There was a beauty in the broken

You said there was a beauty in the broken

A beauty in the broken words.

The rhythm.

You said there was a beauty in the rhythm of the words

A rhythm to the breaking

A beauty in the breaking

You said there was a beauty to the breaking of the words.