Today’s word is “boustrophedon” ... boo-struh-feed-n ... an ancient method of writing in which the lines run alternately from right to left and from left to right. (Dictionary.com)
Run
Chickens running without heads,
Speech like a boustrophedon winds,
There is no frame of reference,
To calm our frantic minds.
Our experience is everything,
Our feelings reign supreme,
We see the world from inside out,
Believing every meme.
There’s no such thing as logic,
Truth is a fun house mirror,
At this rate we can’t converse,
Nothing could be clearer.
Unless we find some common ground,
This maze will be our fate,
And it won’t be pleasant,
When we find out what awaits.
Anne Selleck
Copyright 2018
Run
Chickens running without heads,
Speech like a boustrophedon winds,
There is no frame of reference,
To calm our frantic minds.
Our experience is everything,
Our feelings reign supreme,
We see the world from inside out,
Believing every meme.
There’s no such thing as logic,
Truth is a fun house mirror,
At this rate we can’t converse,
Nothing could be clearer.
Unless we find some common ground,
This maze will be our fate,
And it won’t be pleasant,
When we find out what awaits.
Anne Selleck
Copyright 2018
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