Strange Thing.

Strange thing to appear
A gentle presence
You come around
Nudge me soft
At how it be
Like arriving bird
Swooping down
Twitter away
Urgently
Simplicity

Strange thing you leave
Make a void
With vacant why
Needs no answer
Smoothes you down
On merry go round
Spin a tale
When how and why
It will arrive again

Strange thing forgotten
A place in time
Always there
Try as you might
To see again
That strange thing
Playing its game
Gladly
Insane.

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Poem about strange things.

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poetry, contemporary

Art must be deluded by art. 1583: Melbanke, Philotinus.
It is a chiefe point of art to dissemble art. Breton
I have heard scholars say, that it is art to conceal art. 1753: Fuller.

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  • macquaid
    macquaidover 5 years ago

    With vacant why.This to me is one of the most precise phrases to describe the indescribable feeling of why.Bravo

  • Carson Collins
    Carson Collinsover 5 years ago

    Beautiful work. Unfortunately I can’t publish it at the RPG because it doesn’t conform to the rule that written work must be in some way related to Remodernism. Nevertheless I wanted to congratulate you on a very moving piece of writing.

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