Arrangements poem – for dVerse

In the time that it took
To place me, you lost me.
When you labelled me
You forgot my name.
When you placed me here
In this geometry
Of colour and kind
You took my self
And let it fly far
And free, but away
Away away away
Leaving only this thing
That sits in my place
And is clearly classified
with words that mean nothing.

 

This is for Grace at dVerse, who prompts us with the word “arrangements” and some stunning pictures by Emily Blincoe. I found them surprisingly disturbing once I started to think about them.

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