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Literary: Cycle of Creation

12/14/2019 08:16:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments

Ink and Paper: OLD

I have honed the hue and tone
Of paper flocks and inken bone
Etched upon the ivory
Mass and men’s new livery


Ink and Paper: CHILD

I try to copy the colors that are shown
Papers, ink, and bone?
Carved on the wooden platform
People’s new uniform

Books: OLD

A millennia of worlds, bound and furled
Sat upon the wood unperturbed
Poems and songs of old
A ballet, a dance of rhythm bold

Books: CHILD

Thousands of pages, millions of words
All stacked up neatly on the boards
Novels and books, all of the sorts
There is also something about sports!

Cage 3: OLD

And such in turn I hold a little bird,
Whose twitter has demurred
On the clipping of wings which they’d procure
From frittered steps, and words unsure

Cage : CHILD

And so here is a little bird,
Who noisily tweets all day
Its wings weak but ready to fly away
With small steps and uncertain words

BIRTH
And so I am done
Creating and designing sure was fun
My own person
Made from objects same as the older one