Child's replay,
repetition scrapes
his tender age.
Gesture in triplicate,
otherworldly rage.
Doctor's speak,
shatter heart's pleas
feel him counting pieces.
Chanted love in threes,
whispery releases.
Scissors cutting, shy
cutting circles, by and by,
half moon scraps go into piles,
maybe, he will notice why, why
he's cutting, cutting smiles.
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Hey Jebbs.. didn't know you had a blog.. just lovely. Blogs are fun huh? And a great place to showcase our best stuff. Haven't read this one before. Excellent, as always.
ReplyDeleteI'm at -
http://lukepraterswordsalad.wordpress.com/
Later