Poetry day 2

Today's  word is courtesy of Maria.  WIth all of these poems, as before, I am simply writing what first comes into my head and with very little editing, just clicking 'publish'.  I find editing and reworking any form pretty tricky but am attending a poetry revisioning and editing workshop this month which should hopefully prove inspirational!

Abacus

Those abacus beads sliding slowly now

Through your thought haze where fog prevents clear sight

Click, click, the smooth edges roughened with age

They give you the wrong answers and you know

Sometimes that they are slyly tricking you.

You fight the shaded ink of coming night

And clutch fiercely your truths and greying hair

The beads fall from their string, trickle away.