I like to let the word fly about
Not tied down to its meanings
Like a dog on a leash
And be walked on the beach.
But let it prance around, flip and turn
And perch on the tiniest branch
Of suspense and dream
In the balmy glow of a rainbow
Like a crazy cormorant
Caring not a fig for gravity.
I like to let the word
Make mouths of mockery
At those who take it to mean
Like sea and sea weed moth-green
I like to clutch them and scooping
Fling handfuls into the sky
And watch them rain
Poetry.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Closed Path by Rabindranath Tagore
- Pheasant by Sylvia Plath
- Sonnet # 19 by Luis A. Estable
- The Waist of Time by The Waist of Time
- Maenad by Sylvia Plath
- A Dream Or No by Thomas Hardy
- Аля Кудряшева – Я этой ночью уйду, не спи
- Низами Гянджеви – Если б радость не лучилась
- Федор Сологуб – Словно лепится сурепица
- Юнна Мориц – Дышать любовью, пить её, как воздух
- The Terms In Which I Think Of Reality poem – Allen Ginsberg
- Омар Хайям – Если ты не впадаешь в молитвенный раж
- Poet Herodia of ancient Pincaeia by Raj Arumugam
- Владимир Высоцкий – Королевский крокей
- The Hollow Woak by William Barnes
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
