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
- Василий Казин – Гармонист
- Spenser’s Ireland by Marianne Moore
- The Moods by William Butler Yeats
- A Postcard From The Volcano by Wallace Stevens
- Sonnet 72: O, lest the world should task you to recite by William Shakespeare
- Robert Burns: Epigram At Roslin Inn:
- The Dead Woman by Pablo Neruda, La Muerta
- Mary, Pity Women! by Rudyard Kipling
- Against All Streams by Walter William Safar
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Час обыкновенный
- The Rolling Mills by Michael McGovern
- Here Pause: The Poet Claims At Least This Praise by William Wordsworth
- Betrayal poem – Alice Notley
- Шекспир – Бессмертную хоронят красоту – Сонет 83
- Prelude: The Troops by Siegfried Sassoon
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).
