The answer to the question always asked

“A quiet evening” – painting by Thomas Kinkade, Image found HERE

The answer to the question always asked

Like xylophones
strolling and jigging
down a sloppy
tune of lo-fi jazz
and twitching
like interludes
of sassy trumpets,
like a dissolving cloud
stitching a still, blue
night sky
around its axis like a duvet,
like seeing soul to soul
and whispering of
love that sounds like gossip,
like unsticking
your fingers from dough
like sizzling
displays of colours
gulped through a sieve,
like caster sugar
tumbling down your tongue,
like a moonlit ripe forest,
like selling honey –
like buying honey,,
like waking up
from a good dream
like gently
submerging your head
yet still trying
to breathe

~ by Oloriel on May 7, 2021.

8 Responses to “The answer to the question always asked”

  1. Dear Oloriel, it is good to be back and find you still here! I have missed your intriguing work. – Noora

    • Hello Noora, missed seeing you about. Hope you are alright and happy, and am looking forward to seeing you and reading you again. Take care friend ❤

  2. I like your style!!

  3. Sloppy, loopy love.

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