Monday, October 3, 2016
Laid in steady rows of words a strange form all on jade,
no hop skid Jax's to ball of stance for from expression reason danced,
grateful in the ever treat a daily said brought piece,
each riddle prose poets storm to station of the dead.
Asking knot on Weather life would in an able mind,
comb the snare to stop the fair and put to place a square.
With slow at hurt the pain of years aye challenge truth the blink,
while eyes of card did shuffle hard those tears brought hand of reins,
carriage thought a brief slide sought the mow dumb for it's debt,
yes on the show of to myself a gift that wrapped it prose.
Written October 23, 2015 by myself: Karen A. Placek