Action! we learned of verbs as always doing and movement first assumes mammalian warmth corpuscular vitality at least – pointedly tail-ended by directions; the smooth space-curve up and onwards or merely migration along the horizontal plane from there to here with no incline inferred by just a tug on chordae tendineae strings that make mid-shoulder blades tingle as buds of residual wings stir with love angel or cupidon, the difference barely a thread for hearts win heads, even reluctant eyes swim against a tidal sway of affect; this too we call moving and as if to prove it so the verb tracks occurrence of all our tears in spate
Today marksa blog move and the inception of PoetryPix with this ‘Moving’ poem. Back in the Blogosphere am toasting Kim as she hosts another: Open Link Night.
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