SomeThings

In the way Yeah! And All I have to do Is Think...

Something in the way, she Still-lifes.

Like the me and er ing rain in wood panel churches

The pattern of f**k all on off ice celings

Like layers of mast I cated gum lining busstation stalls.

Something in the way, she steals life.

 

There’s Something in the way she moves through.

Like birds hunting, the living immobile seed

The creaking of limbs… when there is barely a breeze

Like dragonfly wing, stop. Motion. Flap. while perched on me

There’s Some/Thing in the way she choose grooves.

 

There is Some - Thing in the way she rings.

As Larks whistle the will of the Sun

Like church bells hail ing to the heat-hens

Or the si rens of emergency fading into the night

There is something in the way. She pings.

Author's Note

As always the grammar is for emphasis... all puns intended and well come. :)
(Hints)
First stanza : Nirvana
Second stanza : Beatles
Third Stanza : Doorbells & Wind-chimes

the subject is the femininity of life and it's inhabitants.

Reviews

[Michael G.]

Well played write against the music. Well done.

[Ruth]

Only you can blissfully motivate such ideas :)
I love this! The whole piece is inspiring and whirls me ♥

[Poetic Justice]

quirky and imaginative..noone would use words like you my friend..your turn of phrase is unique and makes your work standout..this is another celebration of love and where theres love theres a ping..

does have a lovely ring!

[Sethnicity]

As do you my PJ! ;) Ring in when ever you can!
Thank You!

[Coyote Poetry]

This is poetry my friend. Each line alive and strong. Description create a vision of mystery and wonder. I like the way you use the language. Make the reader want more. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Sethnicity]

thanks Coyote! It helps to have open minded readers like you.