cadence
September 7, 2017 § Leave a comment
rhythmic syllables spin within your mind
more often than dialogue or data
whispering, floating mantras
cadences and choruses, gently dipping
and rising, like carousels of phrase
and with each circle
the sounds cling more closely together
gathering by necessity,
spinning into song with centrifugal fervor,
overflowing outward
onward, upward…
and the world can’t help but swallow them whole
rosepoems 
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