Swift-handed pickpocket time
Tries to steal the spring from my step
And the smile from my face
I must constantly refurbish my soul
Worn down by the endless ticking-off
Of swift-handed pickpocket time
The world proposes skin-deep remedies
Vainly promising to lift the weight of days
That steal the spring from my step
But alone in dark hours, my patient soul
Meditates with ink and paper
Until a smile returns to my face
Swift-handed pickpocket time
May steal the spring from my step
But not the smile from my face
For poefusion – firstly the friday five (pickpocket, heal, refurbish, propose, face), and secondly the form of a cascade poem. I’ve played around quite a lot with the lines, and added an extra verse that’s very close to the first one, but I think I’ve still kept the basic feel of a cascade.
