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
- Soup Song by Russell Edson
- Sea Dreams poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Battalion-Relief by Siegfried Sassoon
- Remorseful Apology by Robert Burns
- Young Love poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Quies poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Альфред де Мюссе – Вспомни обо мне
- Robert Burns: The Belles Of Mauchline:
- Tears, Idle Tears poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Наум Коржавин – К моему двадцатипятилетию
- Омар Хайям – О горе, горе сердцу, где жгучей страсти нет
- Гавриил Державин – На Новый год
- Ок Мельникова – Карниз
- Exmoor poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- Crowned poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
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).
