Tuesday, 9 March 2021

A Poem a Day (405): The original word

 
 
The original word
 
The original word
turns on a stand,
displayed for all to see.
A world in patterns
found, group vision,
once commonly spoken,
now soundless,
sealed with boundaries;
a thick glass shield
preventing escape.
It’s too dangerous,
they decided for us,
so we can’t listen
when it speaks.
 
 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, March 9, 2021
 
 
 
 

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