Feeling
If this feeling was a colour
it would be invisible.
If this feeling was a building
it would fall down.
If this feeling was an idea
it would make no sense
and would have no place
in a poem like this
that contains only colours
and buildings. And actions,
like a dog chasing a rat,
or waves running up a beach
and falling back,
or the way gravity pulls
but can also repel
with the force of a sling.
If this feeling was action
it would be a series of movements,
of coming together and going apart
with in fact no feeling, or will, at all.
Mike
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