" I was alone with a chair on a plain
Which lost itself in an empty horizon" ~ Arp
Stare at any chair
fuzzy-focused logic
the leash slips
a balloon absconds
adrift in its own airway
planes in plain sight split
in-to s-p-l-i-n-t-e-r-s
shards spill heartwood
Ask the right-side
abstract answers atomise
four legs overturn
kicked akimbo
gravity pulls forth froth
stuffings spit upward
under a shapely horizontal
textured
trite as trash
By now
the knowing knower’s
gone on
alone
First in a series of (attempts at) abstract poems and shape-shifted photoart – this one inspired by Arp ‘The Plain’ – and joining Lilian @ dVerse for another Open Link Night
PoetryPix 