Radical penmanship
Sweeps revolutions across the page
Anarchic letters whip
From a broken shattered sage
A note that cries out chaos
Yet causes the heart to beat faster
Meaning penetrates through the kiosk
It takes a few whisks of time to master
A sea of Fancy Q's
A forest of Majestic T
The written voice you peruse
Parts so you startlingly see
Curve around the semi-circle
Hide inside a sea of green
Dance to the fronted turkel
A stockinged visage begins the scene
That is where the language takes you
That is where the time will make you
That is where the note will lead you
That is where the stuffings meet you
Fold the note and put it away
No longer need to stare
Save it for another day
For now you are there
Who knows?
Another day
Ir may tell you something else
Altogether
Eliminate the fifth quatrain. It simplifies a comfortable maze.
ReplyDeleteThe piece soars without it, just right.
I like it.
Thank you. So you want to knock the "stuffings" out of the fifth quatrain? You may be right! I appreciate you taking the time to read it, and consider it. It's always great to have input. Thanks!
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