Gentle Confusion

More curious and less certain these days,
quieter and easily led.
History?
Is there such a thing?
Gentle confusion that paces
like a cat at midnight
wanting nothing but movement
motion
acknowledgement.

It’s pleasant enough
let us invent some meaning.

Tags: Australia, Gentle Confusion, Mark Spence, Poetry, Port Macquarie, Writing

This entry was posted on September 28, 2014 at 10:48 AM and is filed under Poetry, Writing. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

3 Responses to “Gentle Confusion”

rocklust Says:
September 29, 2014 at 12:09 AM | Reply
This is lovely!
Gentle confusion hurts my head. It makes me think too hard.
- slantrhyme Says:
  September 29, 2014 at 3:49 PM | Reply
  Thank you for reading. Hope to catch you again in Melbourne soon enough xoxo
  - rocklust Says:
    September 29, 2014 at 5:19 PM
    For sure! Let me know when you’re back in town. Xo❤️

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