it was as though you were standing before a fence
and beyond the curved slats, woven with
blossoms and leaves, over there, in the orchard,
a group of children played
barefoot, ragged, grubby
your heart
shudders, half-wild: those children
racing around, that orchard, longed for
you discover suddenly, within yourself, how badly
you’d play forgetting yourself, neither eating, nor sleeping
you start – someone calls your name
beckons you – come! You look around – do they really
want me?
that wall, sometimes stone, tall, thick
sometimes transparent, or glass, didn’t I
build it myself?
I hear
clanging coming closer, a drum
and from around the corner a group of well-wishers wind
their voices growing louder, clearer
my poor
heart

End of the poem

15 random poems

 

Poetry by subject

Some external links:

The Bat’s Own Poetry Cave 

Talking Writing Monster.

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).

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