Three red dots
a story starts on a small scale
Three red dots across the page,
So far ahead, I can but run.
The dots do not want to be caught,
Do I give up and set them free?
Three little circles in the middle distance.
They move towards me, on the same pavement.
I see them approach and it unsettles me.
Do I run away, to scared to find out what they are.
Three red circles laying on the floor,
Snippets of calico. Should I pick them up?
Ignored them for now, the owner might claim them again.
Could put them on my summer dress to cheer it up.
Three red circles laying on my plate.
The end of the month, why never mind!
I know what they are but not very keen.
Could leave them, for now and eat them later.
About the Creator
Jeannine Kauffmann
Poetry writer in the early morning. Poetry as a wake up call. Then later I draw lines and colours. I have a page on Instagram my art other than words although it contains words too. Titles are important to finish a piece like a full stop.
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