Seven

rainbow-flower

I await a word…
or two – or, better –
three.
Three is the magic number.
Four is too much to ask;
wherefore, I would respond,
as one would, with one.
Which one? Too telling.
Day to day, my one is two;
the dark, the light,
the me to you,
the me for you.
One, two, three, four,
five alive are we.
To be, or not to be, six, in two.
Can you see the rainbow?
Can you hear the music?
Can you feel the energy?
The pot of gold; the sands of time –
in harmony.

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Straight to the point

What did you think of my latest poem, Babaloo?
Which one, Oolabab?
You know. The one you ‘liked’. What did you like about it?
You did that thing you do.
What thing? I wasn’t sure if it was too subtle or not.
Yeah, that’s it. Subtlety. It’s what you do.
You didn’t get it, did you?
No, not really.
You didn’t read it, did you?
No.