Sunday night, finally caught up with the poem writing.. And.. I have no idea what happened here! I used the Sunday Whirl prompt and well.. this happened:
The swing we cling to
us in the air for a brief moment
s e c o n d s
off it goes, zooming, zipping
'hang on to the strap!'
The pleats of your skirt
unruffle in the wind but
you are giggling too much to worry.
The wind creates a barrier between us
I hear whistles and your choked voice but
We are making no sense and the wind carries our words away.
Words have no power.
Tough on you, grammar pedants!
No one will hear your cries.
The detail is in the diamond.
Us, here, now.
We are the diamond.
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