Poem -

Choreographed

Choreographed

Choreographed.
Designed.
System
in place.
Rules
to follow.
Accepting
the stage.
Parts to
be played.
Parameters,
lanes to
be observed,
traversed.
Designated.
Substrate,
maze
engineered.
Apparitions
injected,
game
begins.
Outcomes
limited
yet infinite.
All seems
normal.
Anything
but.
Define
normal.
Normal
here.
Normal
now.
Normal
then.
What else
is known?
How else
to believe?
Choices
what choices?
Choreographed.
Playing
the part,
enacting
the role.
Living
on a
pebble,
stage
in a
limitless
void.
Caught up
in the
play.
Accepting
the role.
Questioning
naught.
Dancers
on the
stage,
following
design.
Spinning
to the tune.
Choreographed!

 

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The fish of the sea

I think that a fellow poet (and more than a friend) (Luma) will love this one. She is a dancer and admirable singer and I will no doubt have to share it with her. As for me, well I love how you make your connections so effortlessly, I sense, is it a single train of thought? Id love to know how you do it. So very clever... Peace and smiles as always my friend. The Fish of the Sea.

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John Prophet

Hi Fish.

When an idea comes to me I give it a title then start to write. 
If the writing flows I write to what seems like its natural conclusion.
If the writing doesn’t flow I delete and wait for the next idea.
Thank you for reading.

Happy New Year
JP

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