That moment when it gives
the inverted sleeve to your dislocating arm
the tangled hose from its kinks
when the splinter eases from the skin
when the snipped thread tweezers clean from the work
when the fine fibre pulls clean from your eye
when the spindle turns and drops into place
when all is right with the smooth running
what is the word for that?
and when the poem rolls sleekly beautifully from the pen? Like this poem.
ReplyDeleteLiz said it - talent!
ReplyDeleteWhat a pretty poem and what a pretty moment!
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