Warren Falcon

Rookie - 418 Points (04/23/52 - xxxx / Spartanburg, South Carolina, USA)

Black Mouse Makes The World - Poem by Warren Falcon

Black mouse makes
the world

without frames

reaching through
shows empty hands
to each and the sky

confusing sky for
hands clinched in
tight yellow too much

feeling nothing green
is about to happen
or teach


clouds

hands


what do either
care drifting
beyond the



moon


the fiddler plays on

a tune about rain/leaves
in patterns upon

an apron
of rain




rabbit dances with-
out caution knowing
what holes to avoid

cuts loose
awash in blue

holes being of a
royal hue

a silver net
trap set inches
from soft pink
clueless paws pattering

musical notes of
lavender wash
kick up from
blind delight -
just dust clouds
before a fall



the bearded stranger

(red hangs the sweep
of his chin)

hangs back

in cobalt shadow
does not notice

so busy looking
for giants

Black Mouse



Black Mouse laughs

writes with its tail

something



just something


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 11, 2012


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