and then there
was
one
day
the
unwinding
of the scarf
from the neck
its
dropping
and the
walking
away
and its
being
lifted
by the breeze
I could not feel
its
lifting
like a bright bundle
of kites
a bevy
of blackbirds
grown tired
of the wire
this is of breaking free...yes..? the blackbirds grown tired of the wire, the kite..love your images angie
ReplyDeleteClaudia, yes...that was my intention. Thank you for stopping by and taking a little time with my little words :)
ReplyDeleteI really like this. And I really love the structure. The words seem to tumble down and its utterly wonderful.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem.
Wonderful indeed ~ with a distinct EE Cummingsy feel about it ~*
ReplyDeleteI very much like this, the way it starts, the way it unfolds, the way it ends...enjoyed it all :)
ReplyDeleteSkyraft, Peter, and Lori, thank you all for your lovely comments. I'm glad the poem worked hard for you and brought you enjoyment.
ReplyDeleteLove how brief this poem is but also its vividness.
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