Writer’s Island – Improvise
As of old we knew so well –
Keep to rule, oath and spell!
Then, the modern times arrived
bringing havoc all about,
throwing order all alight.
Coming home, it would be hard
If the place was torn apart,
improvised and fragment-like,
jolly new and merry art.
Going out, it would be boring
If around was sameness, storing
brightness here, there pain –
all in neat arrangement lain.
Well, so… balance hard to reach,
spend your days down on the beach,
throwing pebbles in the water,
improvising time and splatter.
© 2011 Mariya Koleva
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