Now today, i shall rest in my words
I will lay there slumbering still
A crumb of laziness, like those birds
Perched on branch of hushed sunlight
Latched there, i shall rest in my words
Breathing silence, inhaling oxymorons
Ignoring the cacaphony of a virus, stirred
Like dandelion seeds on whiffs of normalcy
No way shall i dance to anything i have heard
Simmering in flavours of spicy metaphors
Countenance today: i shall rest in my words.
JOY OF REST - A FOLD © gillena cox 2020
NOTE
How to construct The Fold Poem HERE
and HERE
Blog hopping today with
Poets and Storytellers United
Weekly Scribblings #35: The Joy of Rest
AND
GOTHIC ARCHES
