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
- Two Views Of A Cadaver Room by Sylvia Plath
- Jerusalem Delivered – Book 02 – part 05 by Torquato Tasso
- Олег Григорьев – Цель жизни
- Artegal And Elidure by William Wordsworth
- YOU ARE CHRISTMAS EVERYDAY by Steve Troyanovich
- Olney Hymn 38: Looking Upwards In A Storm by William Cowper
- Why?
- Огюст Барбье – Покинутый
- Book1 Prologue by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Владимир Орлов – Цветное молоко
- Жан де Лафонтен – Два Мула
- Adolescence I by Rita Dove
- A Tree Song by Rudyard Kipling
- Green Circle by Satish Verma
- Paris, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s poem: Paris by T. Wignesan.
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).
