Wednesday 11 February 2015

Parabolic Colic


I feel my beams bent out of shape
Somehow my struts are staggered
My mirror image has no depth
On top of that I’m feeling haggard

Everything is changing fast
Each side the lines somehow agree
How they can’t escape the parallels
Where rolling wheels are never free


3 comments:

  1. WOW! This is fab!
    Honored to be your latest subject :)

    Very clever wordsmith you are!

    *blows kiss* .. Kimmie x

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  2. P.S....I've reblogged over at my place, with a link back to you - hope that's okay....If not, let me know and I'll take it down :) x

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    1. No problem at all and thank you for your kind comments.

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