The hand kept moving
long after the fire
learned obedience.
each line arrived on time.
the room stayed clean.
the shape became perfect.
and
the spirit waned.
The hand kept moving
long after the fire
learned obedience.
each line arrived on time.
the room stayed clean.
the shape became perfect.
and
the spirit waned.
I like the economy of this poem, Tony!
"I seemed to have sensed also from an early age that some of my experiences as a reader would change me more as a person than would many an event in the world where I sat and read. "
Gerald Murnane, Tamarisk Row
Enjoyed tooIt's a shame the fire gets tamed and the spirit wanes.
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor
tailor
who am I but a stitch in time
what if I were to bare my soul
would you see me origami
7-8-2015
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