Jeff Koons Ball Framed by a window From the 17th century, Is conducive to thoughts Of profundity Like, Life happens When you’re busy Making plans Or It’s not the end goal It’s the journey, Sky’s so blue Birds triumphant So alive, Yet here I remain Like a Jeff Koon’s ball Suspended in mid fall Too heavy to lift Too light to fall You can play With Mother Nature Though it’s her call We go from A to Z Too blind to see Those letters that lay In between, I recall your words ‘Do I have to Spell it out to you?’ In this 17th century building A house I now live in I wonder, Who has lived in this House before? Was it a housebound occupancy? Whose eyes saw What I now see With names called out, Names that ricochets Off the walls, Like a basketball Suspended in mid fall Too heavy to lift Too light to fall You can play With Mother Nature Though it’s her call Framed by a window From a far flung century I see a fox That I always see, Normally starts sloping Off away This time It's gauging me, Confident grin, Interrogating I’m something On show, Some kind Of framed Exhibit… Like a Jeff Koon’s ball Suspended in mid fall Too heavy to lift Too light to fall You can play With Mother Nature Though it’s her call We go from A to Z Too fast to see Those letters that lay In between, Your words ricochet Do I need to spell it out for you? People say Life happens When you’re busy Making plans Or It’s not the end goal It’s the journey, Framed by a window From the 17th century, Is conducive to thoughts Of profundity Sky’s so busy, Birds triumphant, So alive, Yet here I remain
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AuthorSam Weldon - Artist |