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Jan 2015
in the house of bumbling,
frogs jump sidways
to avoid the talk
tense
with the things
unspoken....

in the house of bumbling
birds mime joy in silent cages
waiting forΒ Β life to smile...

in the house of bumbling
ants march in straight lines
hugging the walls
leaving poisoned crumbs
behind...

in the house of bumbling
the lizards no longer lounge
but busily repetitively clean
the cowebbed dark corners

in the house of bumbling
spiders have no parlours
****** no flies
they now knit cardigans
and read the words
of the wise


oh the house of bumbling
is a place of curious wondering
and sometimes is found
stumbling
in the reccesses of my mind

where and whence
it goes
when not residing with me
i do not know...

perhaps you may have
the delight
of the house of bumbling
staying the night
and removing the seriousness
of the plight

the one in which
you fight boredom
in the dark reaches
of the lonely night....
just some wordplay...
at work...
random word selected by
choosing book page line word  ie pick up a book go to page 117 count down or up to line 8  across to word 5
that word the theme or central word in your poem
in this case the word was
bumbling....such a delightful
word....
give it try.....it is a great writing exersice...especially
when feeling unispired.
betterdays
Written by
betterdays  F/east coast australia
(F/east coast australia)   
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