I've written the following poem for O.S.I. The theme this week is amuse.
It doesn’t lie in your belly
Or cease on your lips
But it grows with a generous laugh
And leans against me with a playful kiss
It rises up like waves in morning
As it shimmers in sun rays
And glistens like dew in summer grass
You’ve built a house of mirth
A place of memory, light, and laughs
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I love those last two lines, how you wait to let us know you're speaking to someone.
Hi W.G. ~~ I think you've alluded to the characters who live in the house of mirth but I am not doing so well in placing them. Could be just one, an offspring. Except for the two lines next to the last two?
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Hey WG,
This is just beautiful I really have enjoyed the imagery of this piece!! have a wonderful week!!:0
The poem just built into a hug around me - lovely!
The last lines are wonderful- what a great place to be!
you have given it life here.
love the texture and rhythms in it.
So lively!
I want to be in that happy place.
Much joy here! Great :)
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