Lenses, or: Contact

A dribble

Poems don't count. People do.
Words; syllables; letters aren't you ~
only windows to look through.
Stained glass distorts truth.

The dribble

The dribble is a brief poem consisting of exactly 100 letters (not 100 charactersโ€”spaces and punctuation are not counted).

The name of the dribble is derived from the micro-fiction form known as the drabble, a story consisting of exactly 100 words. [READ MORE]

33 thoughts on “Lenses, or: Contact”

    1. ๐Ÿ’ Karima ๐Ÿ’

      It didn’t go to spam, but I avoid approving and responding to comments on Shabbat… the blog posts you see posted on my blog on Friday nights and Saturdays are scheduled posts – I write them before Shabbat and then schedule them to be posted in advance.

      Much love,
      David

  1. I know it would not be a dribble…but just thinking,,,”Stained glass distorts truth.”
    For me (who has a home full of it) stained glass turns light into magic:)

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