Scuttle Buttle Segue
whimsical waft waffle
i'm walking sideways
like a crab
more shuffle
than step
a whole lot of buttle
in my scuttle
i'm reaching inwards
trying to find the source
of the things i don’t want
the things i don’t need
the things i don't like
the things i don’t heed
and the things you can buy
for a dollar
more dissonant reflection
the any real introspection
i'm hurtling backwards
at twice the speed of fright
and from where i stand
completely unplanned
i can see both day and night
i'm flailing, falling in a fashion
a spasticised backstroke in the air
my rate of descent should be alarming
and yet i don't seem to care
About the Creator
Bren
“I know what I mean it to be and respect that someone else may read something entirely different.”
Centre Stage with the wonderful Heather Hubler
Comments (15)
"a whole lot of buttle in my scuttle". Oh yes! Great stuff!
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Congrats on TS!! ❤️
Stevie Ray, oh yeah! "a whole lot of buttle in my scuttle" nice job!
Very rewarding to the mind, Thank you
Sounds like a country song with a bit of zang to it! 👏👌👏
Way cool!!! Loved it!!!❤️❤️💕
Wow superb imagery ✨🥰 Congrats on TS! 🥳
Congrats on the Top Story!! I absolutely love the imagery in this!
Congrats on TS
Congrats, B...makes all the hard work worth it
Free-falling; feels good when you let your words spew! Very much liked this!
Enjoy the occasional free fall. Exhilarating
Nice work
Nice poem!