Day 22 – Bucket heads and glow sticks

In one swift stroke, everything changes;
the cut of a cunning blade, and the world ends.
Something begins anew, but

do you know what it is?
Or does one not find out until those who
cannot sit through a third
of an hour have yawned and gone.
Betimes it was, more had the patience,
bedtimes were earlier,
the possibilities more endless, than now.

Mix together strawberries, English,
sleight of hand, and a wary eye,
and you’ve got yourself a story.


I’m watching the original Star Wars series again. Still awesome! The poem’s a bit abstract, but it was fun to write. Enjoy 🙂

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