Friday, December 16, 2016

Rob Schackne #197 - A Horsehair Whisk

The crossroad of a prime number and a gnomic poem is as good a place as any for me to take a break for awhile. I wish you all safe and happy holidays and a wonderful New Year.


A Horsehair Whisk

Just a game of worlds
the span of universe
ready to get closer

watching a sleepy future
count time before our eyes

stop the crystal flow

it takes away our rage
maybe eighty years
turning water into ice

when the whisk is offered
carry it in plain view
the game watches or not

before this one’s over
when hearts stop beating
it’s a dead giveaway


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