A demand for spontaneity
rising like the
smoke from a chimney---
as food for thoughts being cooked---
swirling above
and inside miss Muffet,
acted like an
insomniac’s deranged dream;
no loud voices,
no running, jumping up high in joy;
no uninterrupted
splashes of paint onto the canvas
and no going out
alone on the spur of the moment.
Still cozy,
comfort with curd and whey, and
her fears of arachnid
memories;
the little bird
on the tree sings her song,
breeze brushes
its feathers,
even the tree
has shed its old leaves
and poor Little
Miss Muffet needs more spontaneity
to know the zest
of life!
interesting..
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Brilliant! Such a heartwarming tale :D especially love these lines:
ReplyDeletethe little bird on the tree sings her song,
breeze brushes its feathers,
even the tree has shed its old leaves
Beautifully executed! Thanks for your kind participation :D
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Yes there is a certain courage needed to be spontaneous... poor miss Muffet...
ReplyDeleteYes, fear is the killer of spontaneity.
ReplyDeleteYeah. Spontaneity adds some fun to life, that's for sure. :)
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely. Spontaneity adds some color and thrill to our otherwise mundane lives :)
ReplyDeleteOh yes she definitely needs more spontaneity!
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