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
- November 1968
- Владимир Корнилов – Вязальщица
- Олег Григорьев – Схватили за ногу правую
- Night Light by Satish Verma
- Robert Burns: Awa’ Whigs, Awa’:
- Николай Языков – Элегия (Ночь безлунная звездами)
- Moony Affair by Satish Verma
- Easter, 1916 by William Butler Yeats
- The Lilies by Wendell Berry
- Absolute Divine by Nithin Purple
- Олег Бундур – Справились с делами
- A Walk by Rainer Maria Rilke
- Two Kinds of Intelligence by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Владимир Маяковский – Слово “Товарищ” говоришь ты?! (РОСТА №449)
- Torn Shades by Thomas Lux
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).
