Life on a Line

Life on a Line

One day, a predictable rhyme

falling into neatly metered stanzas.

The next, irregular starts and stops.

Awkward transition of one verse into another,

the meaning obscure and hard to ferret out.

Only after careful analysis and dissection

do I glimpse the sense of it all.

Ordinary prose orderly and coherent,

meticulously constructed.

Then a wind marches in

disruptive,

destructive,

resetting perspective.

Rearranged components

elevated by shifting context,

falling into place

one by one

to form a new composition.

A masterpiece.

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Note: I did some spacing on the last half of this poem as a visual representation of the disruption and refocus. It doesn’t translate the same on all devices, but I think you’ll get the point. ~Terri