Black Box Poem by DAVID GERARDINO
Black Box
BLACK box spinning, toiling in your
head, struggle, focuse, before the
fat king forfeits your bed.
HOARD your laughter, give the pay
off to a saint, learn to vision, like
a artist lost at sea, .
BLACK box spinning, toiling in your
head.........
Why is it that sometimes your poems are so interesting they almost seem dizzying? Such a feeling of being out of control with this one. Great work David. Sincerely, Mary
David.....The Abstracts that unfold in your work are of a muse to follow...The process of unfolding them, however, may be an impossibility as only you are in your own dreams...but the outcome, as you consistently exhibit, is most unique & inquiring...'''''''''''''''''''''''''frank
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8/28/2026 2:58:46 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
thank god its black not blank...coz you can work on the black to add colour...but a blank on...you got nothing to work on...deep thought...great read...nalini