the pieces splitting
become parts of their own,
each with a tongue
and a backbone. The jagged
edges are my sharps
that I pluck as the steel strings
of a harp. This music I dance
over the page. All the pieces
pulchritudinously engage! Crystal
snowflakes embound. A brilliant
diamond in the round. Like a mosiac
of colored tiles I wear it as
my father's grey and red
argyles. I fine tune this craft
out of broken splinters
and built me a raft!
Nov 8, 2023
Nov 8, 2023 at 7:56 AM UTC
the pieces splitting
become parts of their own,
each with a tongue
and a backbone. The jagged
edges are my sharps
that I pluck as the steel strings
of a harp. This music I dance
over the page. All the pieces
pulchritudinously engage! Crystal
snowflakes embound. A brilliant
diamond in the round. Like a mosiac
of colored tiles I wear it as
my father's grey and red
argyles. I fine tune this craft
out of broken splinters
and built me a raft!
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