two minute poem

[benthejack]

I'm about to give myself two minutes to blat something out. (need to get myself writing somehow)

--Folds (Edit)--

Half way.
crusted nails scrape the fiber.
Corners in, petal out,
turn over.

pinprick mind,
eyes a' straining.
single plane existence
for some time.

Straight-edged growth,
a piece-wise plant,
unfurling leaves
loose fingered clutch.

Here meet the maker
of gardens of lines,
and the sharpened light
of summery form-giving folds.


--Folds (2 minute version)--

half way,
crusted nails scrape the fibre
corners in, and a petal
to create this straight-laced delicacy.

for a time.





haha only managed 5 lines, turns out I'm quite slow