I’ve been dancing on the skinny branches
It’s been a long time coming
No longer hiding ‘neath the foliage
Or burying myself in the gnarled knots of life
I am ready to fly, put these wings to use
I love the skinny branches, they’ve showed me myself
But the sky is beckoning with winking clouds
And the wind is calling my name
And trees never hold on to anything
So why on earth should I?
The apparition of these faces in the crowd.
Petals on a wet black bough.
“In a Station of the Metro” by __________________________?
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Beautiful.
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Yeah, your poem reminded me of that classic…
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…poem by Ezra Pound… Wish I could poesy like that!
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Bravo! Why indeed!
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Yes!
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Well written. Kuddos to you..
Regards
Roy
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Thank you Roy!
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