Thursday, November 7

Sdrawkcab Poem

Sdrawkcab Poem

My cat was begging to be fed
I brushed the cobwebs from my head
and when I got up from my bed
I did it backwards style instead.

A backwards world is what I found
my cat was making backwards sounds
my room was backwards all around
absurdly backwards-so profound.

My cat was begging to be fed
as I woke up with certain dread
twas just a dream I'd had instead
and sighing just went back to bed.

Rebekka Sanchez © 2013

This is my artwork Timeshift,  2013.

The prompt-What if everything in the world were backwards? What would that mean to you? How would that look? How would it work?

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