Friday 5 April 2013

Day five- broken last year's record!  But poems are getting a lot more 'bitty' now; this one needs a much stronger ending...

Alice

As she grew, so did her experiences,
broadening, deepening in intensity,
sense-sharp spectrum of feeling.
When she shrank, the world contracted,
telescopic, microscopic microcosm,
narrowed perception through muted senses.
She'd been shape-shifting for a time
fixed in perspectives, unquantifiable.
In her mind, it began when her up-and-down
parallel lines softened in space, curved relatively,
and she realised she was already falling
down a rabbit hole of emotional vertigo.
It was a place where you run
until you choke on burning breath and
still only reach your starting point,
where surfaces shift through paradox.
Keep moving through the nausea,
the only constant is change.
She's moving in all directions at once.

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