Life Itself.

Their feet step and slide gently as the
Weaves its strands and chords around them
Like a
Soft caress of cashmere pulsing with a
Heart beat
And slowly they sway in its folds feeling its
Murmur, come closer, touch me
With love.

This is a Waltmarie (Prompt No 12 for Muri’s Poetry Scavenger Hunt). The Waltmarie form requires that the even lines are two syllables only, and when all the even lines are read together they form their own micro poem!


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