So this is a Tyburn poem. Like a baby, it's difficult to birth but fun to have out in the world. If you'd like to try this challenging form, go here for information about it.
Spider
Weaving
Biting
Spinning
Jumping
Thousands of young, weaving, biting, flick
Land on your face, spinning, jumping, sick
© 2019 by H. Linn Murphy
Beep.
Ba-beep.
Two robots
Passing, busy
Unaware
Each in its own sphere
Perform tasks without thought
oNo need to interact, ooo
ooo Or question ooo
Or c onsider feeli ings
Will they ever find a way
Or a reason
To come
Toge ther
Bef ore
Rust claims
Their tiny
Metal motors?
© 2019 by H. Linn Murphy
© 2019 by H. Linn Murphy
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