A Frayed String is a ThingA Poem by magic wall treeA frayed string is a thing* -Doug Falk
I Taught bright string You favor a vertical position, but as You turn to the sides, I notice frayed edges And it appears that no one is immune To entropy.
II A hero bound for glory extol’d He sets off from home, abroad. Blue he is, and off he strides, With shield, a sword, and head held high. First foe, a dwarf, a dance he makes A circle, a square, and other shapes. Dwarf takes an arm, and then retreat, For he is immune to all defeat. Next foe, scarecrow, without a soul, No danger, him, no duel. Extol A hero, one should not, Because on ankle, he did trot And lost his foot, our hero did, Scarecrow stared and stared at him. Without a foot, he hopped away, But yet one more adversary, blocked his way. The giraffe, nineteen metres in height, And roared in anger, as was his right. Our hero’s courage, not yet to fail, He raises sword and slices tail. The giraffe, again he roars, And sweat begins to ooze from his pores, He treads on Blue, and like a thread, His essence, spills from out his head. III
Minute thread comes loose, More
minute are its fibers, That is all we see! Unseen
another
World. Chaos and caprice reign. Change is inherent. Beyond the thread are Other strings of stars who make Another chaos.
Our role is lost near
Profound rivals. They challenge Our basic nature.
IV There once was a string, who was frayed, And a man, who wondered what it made, He sat and pondered And a full day he squandered, Now really, he should focus on a trade.
________________________________________ * Not a person or place. Consider revising. © 2011 magic wall tree |
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Added on October 17, 2011 Last Updated on October 17, 2011 Authormagic wall treeHouston, TXAboutI recently started taking writing more seriously (fiction and plays with a little bit of poetry). I am a musician/composer/improviser and I sometimes do visual art. I'm currently exploring how to inco.. more..Writing
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