Swift

Inktober Day 1

As good days with loved ones and those,
Rivers that run in torrents like the movies.
Swift as the lingering ghost of a kiss,
Fleeing sly and gentle so you grab their hand.
Swift as wind taking cotton candy wisps,
From the strands of hair that catch the breeze.
Swift as the moments between gazes held, 
Like Spring blooms or Summer heat.
Swift as the ocean moves from crashing,
To crashed along the golden shoreline.
Swift as though we have a secret to keep,
And so escape in wait of that one pure moment,
When we can come clean, release our loveful woes.

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Inktober

A great exercise in creative work. I was going to start with friends, but we got caught up in a whole lot of other important plans and musings. This word was not from 2025 but 2017. I’m mixing and matching the same way I think: by picking it from the river of thought. And it just so happened to be Swift. I might have better reasons throughout the month, but still. This is my contribution for the start of this new month.