July 19

100WC – poem –

prompt:

round n’ round it goes

when will it stop

nobody knows

round n’ round it will go

sooner or later it’ll crash

sooner or later it’ll be free

hop hop the horses go

free in the park

around the trees, over the people

free in the streets

around the block, over the houses

round n’ round the world

round n’ round, when will it stop

nobody knows

when will they be free

they’ve been stuck there for so long

they are finally free

round n’ round they go

round n’ round you see

they are now gone

into the sunset

back into your head

October 7

Cats

 

o             i

am        my

own     way

of being in

view and yet

invisible at

once hearing

everything

you see i

see all of

whatever you

can have heard

even inside the

deep silences of

black silhouettes

like these images

of furry surfaces

darkly playing cat

and mouse with your

doubts about weather

other minds can ever

be drawn from hiding

and made to be heard

in inferred language

i can speak only in

your voice are you

done with my shadow

the thread of dark

word

can

all

run

out

now

and

end

our

tale

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