the wire ceiling

i chase the thought bubble
down myriad streets
sunlit noise and slow traffic

what does the reply teach?
i shove the day around
pushing an abstract idea

invisible writer
inhales truth
exhales fiction

i observe his hand-drawn trash cans
draw new door
step through it
paint appealing window

ecstatic writer
drives her own traffic
without a car
caged bird climbs a ladder

 

by mary ann blinkhorn

 

 

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15 thoughts on “the wire ceiling

  1. dannyjdolan says:

    “invisible writer
    inhales truth
    exhales fiction”

    I love this

  2. Ben Naga says:

    Refreshing. ( N.B. I am referring to WP poetry in general, not specifically yours. 🙂 )

  3. “inhales truth
    exhales fiction”

    Great lines… 🙂

  4. lynn__ says:

    I really like how the writer draws new door, walks thru and paints appealing window. Your title and last line wrap it all nicely. Thanks for a follow on my blog too 🙂

  5. Raani York says:

    This is very special. Only a few words – but so strong!!

  6. Swann Lavender says:

    so wonderful, Mary Ann — I shared it on my blog this morning.

  7. “inhales truth; exhales fiction” … very true. Awesome piece you have here!

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