an excerpt set in stanzas just because it feels good

The unspoken thought did not stick
around long. Thought about it.
Always thought about sticking around
wherever it would find a place
to sit to assist people-
but this particular unspoken thought
sometimes behaved thoughtlessly

or excitedly – excitable
maybe says it closer,
what is unspoken can’t help
tugging sleeve or giving a shoulder
a tap as this unspoken
thought did to blue
and to halo – the sleeve

of blue and the halo
shoulder; but then noticed
the pieces of the mood on the road
and by the feet of halo and blue
and if that did not give
enough unspoken info
to fill in blanks

to a few ethics
questions, all it had to do
was notice the hay
that made the farm truck
belonging to the blue
– a hay-laden farm truck –
was no longer

the mound of innocence
it had been because
the fallen – the killed
mood, killed by the macabre
passage that tore the soft
mood into shreds,
splattered its moody

drops into the hay.
Unspoken thought
could see it could come
back another time,
and slunk behind a whitish
boulder and closed its eyes
but kept its ears peeled.


About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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