Visions, limited to
in an immediacy,
mark out circles
by the rotundness.
I keep the vat empty, to refill more.
But the sky; blue as ever,
wait for trees
to shed their leaves in autumn.
The ways of A are numerous:
non de plume holder for apple,
the way a dog is walked on a leash,
the manner in which a flying punch
is absorbed into a thick velvet cloak…
Still, I keep the vat empty, to refill more.
I know not
what I’m writing
anymore. Or whether if
has closed my door,
But I keep the vat empty, to refill more –
© Zelda Reville
Day 13. My take on NaPoWriMo’s Bop prompt, which was pretty fun to write. I don’t think anyone would mind if I modified the one-line refrains? 😝