enigma machine
by Melissa Allen
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I am
imagining
a magic cage,
a chain hanging,
a chime chiming,
a meaning changing,
each magician gaining a name,
a hinge, an engine, a cane,
aiming, aching, aging —
a man again,
a game
I am.
.
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No, not a haiku. Or anything else Japanesey. Just a game I wanted to play.
Fun!
Thanks, Russ.
i like your style, Melissa!
Thanks, Mary!
Well, you’ve built the infernal thing, now what?
An enigma.
Good to see you having fun again. Very enigmatic, full of positive I am’s, and playful with a hardness. (My comment sounds more like a comment for a good wine.) I like the poem.
Sully
Thanks, Sully. Your comments are always worthwhile.
yeah, I’m with Sully, you’re a bouquet
But someone forgot to remove the thorns.