Tuesday, May 16, 2017


I’m here and there, when words find me,
Ink scrambles, flowing thoughts on doodles,
Though leaves have uncanny sense to flee,
Phrase bound are motifs smooth and serrated;
Games of catch and hold, when words find me,
Frieze syllable by syllable, undressing memory,
Bared to whispering wind or howling banshee ,
Thoroughly shredding paper past and future;
Ensnared are shackled twigs to tree,
Sunlight strums, so symphonies can shuffle,
Silhouettes, add depth of form when words find me
WORDS FIND ME © gillena cox 2017

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