Poetry
Look, sometimes it sings
and sometimes moans.
It writes of itself through
effort and splurge
from healing dreams
and, in all the words, one
authentic line might catch
a heart in ways not
logical or thought through.
When it works, it's work.
tired, he blinks a lot.
The face in the glass blinks back,
heals each blinking eye.
Flutter
A leaf like a slowly closing hand
drops off
a great mother of a
tree - letting go
(irresistibly
it lets go)
in a shut-down
from winter’s paler light.
How wonderful like a butterfly
to flutter, tumble, still;
only caught by wind - not knowing
that the lattice bark has started on a spree
with sun and rain and waving snow,
of soundness and repair.
I love this one!
ReplyDeletethis is beautiful, I love it... :-)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and moving!
ReplyDeleteVery moving
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