Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

Venetian

14 January 2014

 

 

Twist my arm,

control how much I open up,

or close down,

pull my strings with paradox –

pull down, I open up more,

release, and I conceal.

And good luck with anything

in between, especially if

you want it straight.

As with all analogies,

they tend to break down,

whose turn is it to dust the blinds?

(I don’t do windows)

 

 

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14 January, 2014 - Posted by | Poetry |

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