A poem for Word Cloud members
I start with two lines and everyone adds two lines, and only two,
and we'll see where we end up.
A summers day in deep December
The blind man looks up at the moon
While his sight has already left him, many years before
He can sense the magical essence of it's presence (Chandy)
And his senses are alive with expectation.
It's almost as if he could hear it. (Edwina)
The sound of the stars,
Dancing around Mars. (JAK)
As a wolf howling on the edge of a sparse grassland,
Warning, yearning, hungry for what he cannot have (Tony)
But what brushes his cheek?
Should he turn, should he speak? (SecretSpi)
Was it just a cobweb, a thread of filigree lace
Or human touch of softness, the hint of an embrace (Mockingbird)
The chilled fur, a realisation,
The wolf's tail, a gentle sensation (Barb)
A secret spin, hesitation
dwindling spirits, lost in recogonition (CJ)
A summers day in deep December
The blind man looks up at the moon
While his sight has already left him, many years before
He can sense the magical essence of it's presence (Chandy)
And his senses are alive with expectation.
It's almost as if he could hear it. (Edwina)
The sound of the stars,
Dancing around Mars. (JAK)
As a wolf howling on the edge of a sparse grassland,
Warning, yearning, hungry for what he cannot have (Tony)
But what brushes his cheek?
Should he turn, should he speak? (SecretSpi)
Was it just a cobweb, a thread of filigree lace
Or human touch of softness, the hint of an embrace (Mockingbird)
The chilled fur, a realisation,
The wolf's tail, a gentle sensation (Barb)
A secret spin, hesitation
dwindling spirits, lost in recogonition (CJ)
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He can sense the magical essence of it's presence
It's almost as if he could hear it.
dancing around mars.
Warning, yearning, hungry for what he cannot have
Should he turn, should he speak?
Or human touch of softness, the hint of an embrace
the wolf's tail, a gentle sensation
For now he feels a bit of a fool
When images were real and not remebered
(is it all right to come back for a second two lines? if not, just ignore these)
dwindling spirits, lost in recogonition
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