window,
a shadow moves,
back and forth in a rage,
a creature wild caught in a cage,
break free!
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window,
a shadow moves,
back and forth in a rage,
a creature wild caught in a cage,
break free!
break free
of rules and strict
regulations of form....
just let the poem write itself
free verse.
free verse
from its prison
let it flow, room to grow
hatched chrysalis unfolds wings
and soars…
and soars
higher, higher
way up to my shoulder
tick tick peck peck nibble my ear
message
Message
to the future:
"Please be kind to people.
Smile. And don't forget to water
the plants."
the plants
are worried now
the geese are flying south
leaving them in their pots and plots
to sleep
to sleep
shall you go now....
dream of bright rainbows and
periwinkle pinafores and
ice cream.
ice cream,
I remember
your bells on a half-bike,
the magic ice that wouldn't melt,
one dime
one dime
slides through a slot....
shiny black discs line up...
tunes of our lives on a platter....
your choice?
your choice!
go ahead, choose,
she stumbled forward, sat,
her little white chest, floppy ears,
love chose
love chose
for you and me
to walk on grassy hills
to lie among the daffodils
touching
touching
and not touching
is the peculiar style
of this love of ours. Here and yet
apart
apart
from my love's touch,
apart from the voice that
leaves me yearning for his presence...
what else?
what else
is there to love,
but touch? When love is gone -
the patch of snow that never melts
in May.
in May
i may fly high
i may rise above fear
i may trounce my foes....or maybe
in June.