Kinetic Poetry - Subject to change without warning.
I loved this! It reminded me of Sylvia Plath's "Metaphors"MetaphorsI'm a riddle in nine syllables,An elephant, a ponderous house,A melon strolling on two tendrils.O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!This loaf's big with its yeasty rising.Money's new-minted in this fat purse.I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf.I've eaten a bag of green apples,Boarded the train there's no getting off. And yours was even SHAPED perfectly!
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