Slumber
Envelops me
Its knotty
Gnarled veins
Disguised
As time
Creeping
Slithering
Tip
Tip
Toeing
As
Otherwise mine
Soft
Velvet
Fingers tracing
The Navaho existence
Of the planes
Of my
Cheeks
Standing
Against the sky
Except
When
They
Don’t
Falling
Pray
Prey
To this
Mortal
Immortal
Existence
Playing bingo
With time
This holds the rhythm of life… you always deliver a beautiful message behind such vivid words… Thank You
Nice. Playing bingo with time huh? I 55. 😉
Oh by the way…I know the I column of a bingo card is designed not to go above 30, but try as I might, in reality I did many moons ago. And now, most appropriately, I’m in the Gee column. 😉
Nice one. Thanks for sharing. The funny thing about bingo is sometimes you bingo fast, sometimes not so fast. There are even those who play the game whereas you have to cover the whole card. But however it’s played, its usually fun and always suspenseful. Such is life.
@Ronnie Ann. I’m in the G column too ! Welcome to the the G column crew. I like that one! Made me smile really big! Thanks.