2014 #143

and a sentence living near the stream
acting as a border agent
(meaning the stream was)
became ever more fed up with
what length and dimension fell to this
assignment eternal
so-called thus cursed

in silence whilst biding time
and suddenly made a dash for
the fence
which was a plank
style fence though always subject
to modification
at the whim of the originator

as in stream ripple mimicry
as in how rhythms repeat but now and then
take turns that are suddenly swollen
with wild wholeness running on
the same old spell-casting program grandma
and grandpa created, so they need little
expense paid for focusing

or sliding to the center;
so back to the sentence
asleep at the stream,
a sentence fed up with
what length and dimension fell
to the assignment
eternal; slightly shorter;

shorter trailing ivy sections;
already a moderate fuse though for fishing
unfit; and yes gets now and then envious
about how easy the useless adjectives
two lines down have it, how
they get to go fishing
pretty much when they please

but letting it slip
their minds every species within
this drama dreams
in small presentations
Hell’s Halls call home and all
festooned in ribbons red
for cherry bombs.

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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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