here is a space for a
few words to be planted
the thoughts will someday
become words and phrases
delivered straight to the
ears. fed by time, hydroponic
closet light, burning
purple. patience is nothing
that floats. it anchors and
reassures. smooth, wriggling
pupa sit at their desks
and wonder. is it wondering?
wondering takes energy, energy
takes effort, effort always
reveals itself, even in the dark.
this may be the year. this may
be the mark. this may be the chance.
this may be news. the theatre is
dark and the actors do not
have moves anymore than birds
have lips.
1 comment:
I think it is cute how you are struggling with growing up.
It is not easy, but you seem like a person that appreciates a good struggle.
And your writing is certainly not boring. It entertains me.
Isn't that what you want? To be entertaining? To entertain. In a curmudgeonly way.
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