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Fickle
Fashions.
Indiscernible sound waves
Filter through my mind
Searching for the theatre
Staggering around half blind.
Moments become changeable
Which ones have I missed
Is the forest in the trees
The last time that we kissed.
Envelopes of attitude
Unopened in a box
Avoiding confrontation
As cunning as a fox.
Fickle fashions fluctuate
One day here the next day gone
I watched you on the catwalk
And wonder if I can carry on.
Hallucinatory factors
Have coloured my resolve
Life is so unpredictable
As you slowly dissolve.
Mutable anticipation
Is variable in the extreme
Show me one more fickle move
You’ll likely hear me scream.
Enough’s enough too much is less
Who has the answer
As you slowly disappear
Are you the last dancer?
©
David Rudder
2025
Thank you for reading this piece and my poetry.
Adelia Ritchie, PhD Here’s №13 X
