Neither age, nor kids, nor getting old

Neither age, nor kids,
nor getting old. Neither were and had
nor not enough. What’s still or strict
and new, what wild new city now has
cracked and aged crackling. Style,
ribs…ribs under thin glass.
Still troops, still horses and still
reins. Fours. Vision fours. All vision fours
marched where I can see
and be without my body.

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7 responses to “Neither age, nor kids, nor getting old

  1. sunshineonthesewertop

    beautiful.
    so many hidden things in this piece
    i love it

  2. I read it over and over and each time it had me thinking in a different direction. Great poem.
    Gerardine

  3. Here from Jingle’s.

    hugs
    shakira

  4. this poem takes u on a lot of journeys, magnificent, very real and yet, imagination runs wild, very well done ๐Ÿ™‚

  5. nicely done…i feel the same, i could read it many times and come away with something more…

  6. i am glad to have come across you blog… im also here from Jingle’s rally… welcome to the club… ๐Ÿ™‚

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