Wavering

by Frank   Sep 4, 2017


I create my verses
my verses create me.
We are an hourglass
turning over each other,
sands in the winds,
the sands
in sand machines,
the sands that create time
in pouring in and out of everything:
gravity,
perpetuity
life,
vegetation,
vagabondage,
and now!

In the very space between two glass jars
we fill in
and out
of each other,
we learn our equality
music, rhyme
paints and garden,
wavering in the wings
of every
butterfly!

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  • 2 weeks ago

    by Lucifer

    Poetry at its best!

    Should win next week.

  • 2 weeks ago

    by Brenda

    Frank, this is just lovely! Your comparisons were spot on, absolutely loved this! Well done-

  • 2 weeks ago

    by mossgirl19

    Oh wow. Great point and wonderfully penned.

  • 2 weeks ago

    by Mark

    Frank this is a beautiful piece about the relationship between poet and poem.

  • 2 weeks ago

    by Mandy Earl

    I love the visual beauty you create with this, well written.

    -Mandy

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