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Posted on January 26, 2016 by johnmannpoems
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Fill the Bowls

Fill the bowls at once.

Measure air, measure water.

Breathing, if you can count.

Test color.  Words bounce

off the surface.  No one

ever understood sound.

What enters the ear.

Lips in the shape of scream.

Tongues gnawed.

Eyes veiled.

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2 comments

  1. Steve Leek's avatar
    Steve Leek
    January 29, 2016 at 5:36 pm

    “All” in the first line is a rhythm killer

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    • johnmannpoems's avatar
      johnmannpoems
      January 30, 2016 at 6:56 pm

      You are so right, Steve!

      Sent from my iPad

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