Smoke and Mirrors
Circle.
Smoke and mirrors circle by
Then disappear from sight
Thoughts I had this morning
Evaporate at night.
In order of selection
I shuffle suppositions
And according to how I feel
Are placed in different positions.
Difficult is relegated
Underneath the pile
Joy and disbelieving
Embraced for a little while.
Then there are hidden agendas
Moved moulded and then changed
Secret ulterior motives
Bought then rearranged
Expositions open up
Doors that don’t have keys
Hidden from the wind and rain
And floating through the trees.
Secrets soar to open air
Diamonds are hidden underground
Thoughts glisten like raindrops
Words said without a sound.
In and out and in between
Falling through the cracks
Walking swiftly on the shore
Down the white sand tracks.
Ideas that metabolise
Changes can take place
Hidden agendas are synthesised
As I increase my pace.
©
David Rudder
2023
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