playing with paragraphs 1

on a mantle sat two glass animals
or more like space occupied by stances.
One of the mantle animals of glass
was an elephant; and the other of
the mantle animals was a giraffe.
The human home they were prisoners in
kept them on a metaphorical cloud
of nicely numbing boredom sedation,
until one fateful evening the lass
celebrated a blossoming birthday.
Awakening came to both glass figures,
unable to be flesh they nightly wept.

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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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