262. The sixth bull

The sixth Bull

The pink

Is riding the ochre

The pink is a saint

We know this by the halo

He’s also a juggler

And even if his clubs


They never reach the ground

Just like him

The drawing lines

Try to be

A judge

A piano

A horse

A boat in Venice

To make the people laugh

Going forward

He looks at us

The watchers in the air

Who know

That nothing is happening

At all

And this is why

We laugh

Like children.

3 Responses to “262. The sixth bull”

  1. 1 Joni Chanko May 15, 2017 at 9:41 am

    This made my day =)
    Light-hearted & full of energy.
    May we all find our pink & ocher today and re-learn to float on the folly of it all

    Terrific imagery and super flowing verse
    Such a lovely prompt for the day
    Thank you

  2. 3 arnold Gerstein May 16, 2017 at 9:17 pm

    likI like this form the reading takes. Poetic,fluidic, narration of a child-like experience with transparency leading to the laughter of unmasking.

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