” I was alone with a chair on a plain
Which lost itself in an empty horizon” ~ Jean Hans Arp
Stare and stare
at any chair
logic fogs
slips the leash
a thought balloon absconds
adrift in its own airway
and the heartwood
centre
s-p-l-i-n-t-e-r-s
What is it now?
Just ask;
the right lobe rights itself
atomises an answer
all four legs
akimbo
stuffing froths forth
as clouds
textured
trite as trash
arch/car/hair/chai/
Unsettled
the knowing knower's
gone on
alone
but I remain
unseated
A touch of abstract poetry inspired by Arp for Open Link Night @dVerse where anything goes
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