By Noel Ihebuzor
Punctuations speak and sing.
They hum breaks, pauses and stops.
Shapes float and dance and whisper meanings,
in their shy whispers and gentle murmurs, yet audibly
spoons are no longer just for the table,
even if they still collocate with meals and eating
in these new fresh environments
all descriptive and so so suggestive
*** prompted by a lovely little poem written by SLD
8 thoughts on “The voice of punctuations, the song of shapes”
This is very nice, Noel. Spoons are no longer for the table. I agree.
Oh, I LOVE what you did here! So well crafted and just a hint of naughty…
Naughty? Qui? Moi? Innocent que je suis!
Yes, you are–any naughtiness arises from my own deviant mind–I believe we have established that before 😉
This has Susan magic spell written all over it… Very nice
yes, it has!
Oh, now, you two–I might have inspired this with my little punctuation poem, but any magic here should be credited to Noel, the word-wizard 😉
“spoons are no longer just for the table,” <– love this line