an act ... or what am I waiting for




so I look around
the pitch dark
footprints in coal

all over the floor

encore and repeat
unified in riddles
prints unread

never corrected

lines in a play
I need light to see
the next line

have I been here before

what am I waiting for
is the ceiling actually the floor
and am I clear of thoughts

I am wishing hard
my act will please



Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-03-25 at 08:35

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NotaDeadPoet
another color-less (black) palidromic poem and the the nothingness of the essence is what makes this black thing work. The undisturbed flow is melodic and allows the interpretation to appear as constant as the tide as different as each and every different splashing wave in an ocean of beautiful images possible.
2007-03-26