adventures in dysthymia

Wednesday, September 09, 2015

Inverted, a poem


The role of the poet
is to describe the world
while standing on his head.

Who will recognize
her own house
from these upside-down

words? Will birds
alight in such
a garden? I've inverted

my world and now
is somehow past
and you write poems of me,

as the coins
slip from my pockets
and into the empty sky.

Stephen Brooke ©2015

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