by Icingsugar
and magically musical. I revel in the rollicking rhythms. And I think I understand what you mean by Spree now. Word spree sung in a duet of poet and muse? Will that work? I hear a shade of Piet Hein in your writing sometimes--it's the clever whimsicality. I like it a lot. :)
I have this framed hanging in the hall:
"Some people cower
and wince and shrink,
owing to fear of
what people may think.
There is one answer
to worries like these:
people may think
what the devil they please."
Let your muse roam free, go hide in that dark corner. Gimmie more spree, baby!
told me I had guts to post any poems, but could never read them. It felt too intrusive. I never really understood that. Say what you think, feel what you feel, be who you are. I love how you do this...