December 6, 2017

Poetry: “Rabbit”

They warned her,
If she dared to go
Against the grain,
Fate would find a fearless way
To spay her shame
Without a blade.

Lost in a fistful of dollar-glades,
Her unkempt soul relays the pain.

Neither hare-fast,
Nor turtle-slow,
She meanders in the mean —
An average of keen sorrows,

Bits of tricks
Fall from her sleeves.
The magician assists
With each near-miss —
“Stick to the script” —
And urges her
To saw herself in half
For a barrel-full
Of belly-laughs.

So she steps inside
The pine-shaved grave,
Says her prayers,
And disappears.

Now you see her,
Now she’s gone.

Rabbit in a hat —


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About Jane Bled

Human. Happy in my solitude. Free of expectations. Awakening. Light side: love, peace, art. Dark side: ****** I despise the word 'follower'. It calls to mind lemmings, sheep, cults, etc. Here to exhibit my art -- not aiming to gain a flock of seagulls that mournfully cry out my name as they fail to reach me.


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