Room Erupts

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #194

Words:  rock, blend, room, fist, any, raven, slide, speak,
        wear, story, circle, cloud

Same old story.  I circle 
then slide into Cloud 9 
each time I hear that blend 
of blues, and rock.  You, 
standing there, fist raised,
wearing your raven hair
halfway down your back.  
Any room you play erupts
in dancing, and singing
along.  Breathless,
and hoarse afterwards,
I cannot speak.  Same
old story.

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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