Make them flow,
Those unsung words.
You know,
Like the Orinoco…
Effortlessly effuse,
Undulate until,
A graceful churn,
In translucent harmony,
Streams in elegance.
Be the bearer of,
Good news.
Sturdy bridge,
That conveys nothing,
But connection.
Paramount piece,
To a fairy tale’s,
Happy ending.
Beckon hidden words,
To excite, unite,
vigorously ignite,
And please do invite,
With ringside seats for,
Symmetrical savvy verses.
Do not shroud,
The shrewdness,
That is your brilliant mind.
Like an evening tide,
Make them ebb and flow.
Endlessly and aimlessly,
Like the Orinoco.
(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.
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A delightful rhythm of ebbing and flowing, rolling throughout with beautiful imagery… lovely Monica.. 😀
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Thank you so much for your words of encouragement, Ivor.
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“Like the Orinoco”. Love it! V.
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Thank you… Happy you enjoyed this piece.
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You certainly “do not shroud the shrewdness that is your brilliant mind!” Well done, {{{Monica}}}. Have a lovely ebb and flow weekend. ❤
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Thank you so much for you kind words.
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If you try really hard you can sing your words to Enya’s tune.
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Thanks Peter… I will try. 😊
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A lovely encouragement for readers to turn into writers and get those words flowing 🙂
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Thank you so much Dave… I really appreciate it.
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