Whirlwind of Poetry in Motion

-inspired by a friend’s writing style which confused me at first, but I’ve learned to love ironically-

She writes with interesting affectation

Uses massive flowery words peculiarly

Sprouting my doubt in her honest conviction of the language…

‘Twas a day of aggregating heat

The furtive rumble of numbers on her laptop silver screen

Intruding a pensive migraine

Alas if the numbers would not assemble into a visage of sense

She had no time and nowhere to go on her flight of fancy