the orchestra plays a tune in tune my words hum along the words
entr'acte
labels:
breath,
change,
colors,
curtains,
inspired by...,
scale,
words entr'acte,
words words words
then the syllables pile up, naturally.
window
closed to outside
garden only think we
know what breeze trapped in metal screens
whispers
for the story behind this cinquain poem and some laughs brought to you from the kids who keep throwing more and more syllables into my days [click here]
closed to outside
garden only think we
know what breeze trapped in metal screens
whispers
for the story behind this cinquain poem and some laughs brought to you from the kids who keep throwing more and more syllables into my days [click here]
labels:
a lot more than 17 syll,
cinquain poems,
inspired by...,
nature,
window,
writing
fences.
fences.
nothing fancy—
wire fences – you can see through lean against
they bend with you
shaky rhythm
in motion
wire fences
all over— to block off, for safety,
to KEEP [climb over] OUT but yet—
see it all, see through it,
looking in looking out through
diamond-shaped wire frames the traffic, old buildings,
sunsets, dirt piles
and parking lots
see it all through
wire fences
either side
nothing fancy
they bend with you
sunsets, dirt piles, in motion, diamond-shaped wire
frames shaky rhythm
fences they bend
with you to KEEP [climb over] OUT but yet—
see it all, see through it, see it through and you and
sitting on either side—
fences.
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