Difference between revisions of "Conn/Poetry"
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'''Sinuous''' | '''Sinuous''' | ||
| − | The threads between, | + | The threads between,<br> |
| − | that form the shared liminal spaces, | + | that form the shared liminal spaces,<br> |
| − | flow from one to the next, | + | flow from one to the next,<br> |
| − | around all obstacles, | + | around all obstacles,<br> |
| − | following the path of least resistance. | + | following the path of least resistance.<br> |
| − | It takes longer, | + | It takes longer,<br> |
but the journey is the goal. | but the journey is the goal. | ||
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'''Metered''' | '''Metered''' | ||
| − | Time passes, grains of sand slowly fall, | + | Time passes, grains of sand slowly fall,<br> |
| − | counting the time until I see you. | + | counting the time until I see you.<br> |
| − | The seconds pass as eternities, | + | The seconds pass as eternities,<br> |
| − | each heartbeat counting endless moments. | + | each heartbeat counting endless moments.<br> |
| − | My thoughts turn to empty distractions, | + | My thoughts turn to empty distractions,<br> |
| − | anything to keep me occupied | + | anything to keep me occupied<br> |
| − | or from relentlessly obsessing | + | or from relentlessly obsessing<br> |
until the time I see you again. | until the time I see you again. | ||
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'''Rhyming''' | '''Rhyming''' | ||
| − | Words have shapes and sometimes sizes, | + | Words have shapes and sometimes sizes,<br> |
| − | surprisingly, some roll around your mouth, | + | surprisingly, some roll around your mouth,<br> |
| − | sprouting interesting compromises | + | sprouting interesting compromises<br> |
seizing certainty from certain doubt | seizing certainty from certain doubt | ||
Revision as of 15:53, 13 March 2020
Arthur has recently taken up writing doggerel. If he's shown it to you, it's here for ease of access.
Sinuous
The threads between,
that form the shared liminal spaces,
flow from one to the next,
around all obstacles,
following the path of least resistance.
It takes longer,
but the journey is the goal.
Metered
Time passes, grains of sand slowly fall,
counting the time until I see you.
The seconds pass as eternities,
each heartbeat counting endless moments.
My thoughts turn to empty distractions,
anything to keep me occupied
or from relentlessly obsessing
until the time I see you again.
Rhyming
Words have shapes and sometimes sizes,
surprisingly, some roll around your mouth,
sprouting interesting compromises
seizing certainty from certain doubt
