Uproarious Twirling Jeanne
A rush of words
determined gait
folds and folds of fun.
A blush of red
hair and cheeks
firecracker peaks.
Links to light
light to white
stars in galaxies.
Roots to buds
footnotes tell
kin and kith.
Truth be told
new each day
grace- it prunes&grows.
prunes&grows
sees&knows
grabs&throws.
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 
Jun 13, 2014 @ 10:08:43
This is awesome, Jeanne. I especially like the ending.
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Jun 13, 2014 @ 10:21:58
Love the musicality of your poem, Jeanne. Great ending. 🙂
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Jun 13, 2014 @ 18:01:08
Vibrant! Glorious!
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Jun 14, 2014 @ 08:47:06
My dear, dear Catherine.
Jeanne
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Jun 13, 2017 @ 09:46:12
Reblogged this on The Vibrant Channeled Creator and commented:
The musicality rings
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