Brickle-brack barrels are buttering sparrows,
gargling marrows through cinnamon arrows!
Hickory thickory, tickle the trickery,
pockets are docking in raspberry licorice!
Zebra-stripe lightning is dining on timing,
cranking the banking while tanking the chiming!
Ladders are bladdering, clocks are unshattering,
mirrors keep sneezing and ceilings are scattering!
Quibble the scribble, the thimble's gone nimble,
cartwheels are kneeling in peppermint symbols!
Dandelion banjos are melting the mangoes,
flipping the crickets through honey-gold tangos!
Pineapple chapels unravel the apples,
limes on the windowsill drink through their crackles / shackles!
Rivers are sizzling, the plums are all drizzling,
oranges warbling, wobbling, fizzling!
But—wait—the parrots unbraid all the carrots,
the walls pull their sleeves up and fasten their garrets!
The wagons stop dragging, the stitches stop lagging,
the chimneys stop chiming and clocks start aligning!
The crickets stop clicking, the honey stops dripping,
the syllables sit where the riddles were tripping!
The spoons in the sink, they blink and they think,
the world takes a breath and it starts to sync / sing.
Now candles are standing, the fences are landing,
the mountains aren't dancing, the hour's demanding.
The maps fold back to the shape of a place,
and time ties its shoelace at last, with grace.\n\nAvery Koplin
https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/porridgespilled-paradox-pantomime/
gargling marrows through cinnamon arrows!
Hickory thickory, tickle the trickery,
pockets are docking in raspberry licorice!
Zebra-stripe lightning is dining on timing,
cranking the banking while tanking the chiming!
Ladders are bladdering, clocks are unshattering,
mirrors keep sneezing and ceilings are scattering!
Quibble the scribble, the thimble's gone nimble,
cartwheels are kneeling in peppermint symbols!
Dandelion banjos are melting the mangoes,
flipping the crickets through honey-gold tangos!
Pineapple chapels unravel the apples,
limes on the windowsill drink through their crackles / shackles!
Rivers are sizzling, the plums are all drizzling,
oranges warbling, wobbling, fizzling!
But—wait—the parrots unbraid all the carrots,
the walls pull their sleeves up and fasten their garrets!
The wagons stop dragging, the stitches stop lagging,
the chimneys stop chiming and clocks start aligning!
The crickets stop clicking, the honey stops dripping,
the syllables sit where the riddles were tripping!
The spoons in the sink, they blink and they think,
the world takes a breath and it starts to sync / sing.
Now candles are standing, the fences are landing,
the mountains aren't dancing, the hour's demanding.
The maps fold back to the shape of a place,
and time ties its shoelace at last, with grace.\n\nAvery Koplin
https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/porridgespilled-paradox-pantomime/
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