by Nancy Browne

Created on: March 27, 2010

A Challenged Stretch

I imagine sometimes

That I am abstract

One line connecting another

Circles and dots

Dividing parts

Triangles and squares intertwined

Until nothing can be deciphered

The absence of anything real

A flowing symbol

Structured in color that thrives to be

Designed with no real intention

Outlined and planned with skilled manner

Layers upon layers mass-produced

An awful lot of something

Colors and more colors

With none of them blending

A blueprint conceived for a purpose

Something on a drawing board

Gone crazy

A weave of the soul’s gears

The heart’s chaotic wires

The mind in tipsy-turvy

The bone of a feather

After its been picked

The hub of shock and after shock

A prototype in dream of victory

A vortex shape

Possibly an authentic piece of leather

Engraved and never used

An electrified fence

Rusted with no voltage

A wishing well gone dry

With nothing of substance to fill it

And in the corner

A sign that reads:

“just testing”

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