we climb and slide;
writhing in tangles
of interconnected spirals;
well planned design
grates and grinds
against haphazard accident and
uninspired idea,
as we get crushed, freed,
crushed again;
our textures and rainbow shades
brightened in places;
in others snapped off, worn away;
and so the carnival goes
as we spin and glow
until our dying day.

©Jane Paterson Basil


14 thoughts on “Spirals

            1. Paul’s a disaster area – she’s just a nasty little symptom. He’s hopeless at life.He breaks, loses and forgets things. He does everything in the wrong order so it doesn’t work. He misses meetings, appointments and deadlines. He lets people down and prioritises badly. He makes promises and doesn’t keep them. I’m trying to get to this community care home, but I don’t know how I’ll manage it.

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