Some days I am only half a poem
a mere fragment whispered interstitial
a semicolon of thought b r o k e n
separated from the whole movement
cadenzaed runs of words un-codaed
Some days I am form and metre
chivalry tipped and teetered
structured stanzas arcing back
riffing lines with tongue attacks
to bite the necks of readers
Someday I’m experimental
lying traps of buried truths
easter-egg hiding flying rabbit
of proof turning up poisoned
toadstools
Some days I’m ekphrastic and ecstatic allowing
words and rhymes to mark their time racing
pages of experiential vivid imaginings of form
and colour, sound and sight, tetrochromatic
synaesthesia painting wandering whimsy and pain
Some days I am brief
honed to my essence of form
awaiting your eyes
© Aspen Blue 2021
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