I Love Writing Crazy Things

THRIP
by: Rob Paquin

In the wind it flows
Fate; expose
Write it down in prose
Transposed the inner rose that grows

Twisted turning; Fate
So late
Wiping clean the slate
Tolerate, reinstate, and simply weight the hate

See the written, write
The plight
Darkness of the night
A sleight, quite light, just incite what's right

With what has been transposed
Faith exposed
Open doors soon closed
juxtaposed what's undisclosed, and leave it unopposed

~The Snowdog