kundalini spirit of slumber,
uncoils its form from deep usunder.
With gritted teeth and fiery face
my tummy aches from empty space.
Tummybug blues
..a thought a day, keeps dementia away..
kundalini spirit of slumber,
uncoils its form from deep usunder.
With gritted teeth and fiery face
my tummy aches from empty space.
Tummybug blues
Labels: Poetry
1 comment:
it felt as though I was rocking over treacherous sea waves ....... i love your writing - your descriptions are always so apt xx
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