Punctuations speak and sing.
They hum breaks, pauses and stops.
Shapes float and dance and whisper meanings….
and in their shy whispers and gentle murmurs,
spoons are no longer just for the table,
even if they still collocate with meals and eating
in these new fresh environments
all descriptive and so so suggestive
The voice of punctuations, the song of shapes
Published February 16, 2013 Poetry 3 CommentsTags: eat, emotions, punctuation, relationships, restaurant, signs, suggestive signs, symbols
Oh, so nice! Liked the older version too.
Very nice, Noel
You are a kind reader!