“swaying world”

Written for:  The Twiglets #252 - "swaying world"

I am not dizzy,
the world sways.

She sways to music
only she can hear.

nodding heads
swaying in a Spring breeze
red tulips

        He claimed to be a Man of the World.
          In each country, he left a girl.
                A braggart was he
             soon embarrassed you see
       when his alimony checks were unfurled.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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7 Responses to “swaying world”

  1. Misky says:

    Quite right – I’m not dizzy either! LOL!


  2. Jules says:

    One night I remember laying on the grass looking at the stars and they seemed to move… and then I realized it was the earth that was rotating!!
    Fun reads.


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