There is no message in this bottle
it's plain as glass, so seek no metaphor
Just a driftword washed ashore
Or driftwood of a shipwreck
splinters of wood or word
pick them up and create your own shapes
at random or well-reflected
weathered smooth as a pebble or grainy as sand
writer - it's all in your own hand
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YOU ARE READING
𝓟oems 𝓟rismatic
Poetry''sketches that shape-shift the angle and the curve'' (line from the poem 'Contrast) Recent/new poems tend to be at the beginning of the book.
