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
- Lover’s Gifts XVIII: Your Days by Rabindranath Tagore
- Yin and Yang by Muralidharan Mudaliar
- Indications, The. by Walt Whitman
- At Oxford by William Lisle Bowles
- Your Time’s Comin’ by Shel Silverstein
- Robert Burns: Behold, My Love, How Green The Groves:
- Why
- Владимир Британишский – A за Уралом – сгустки городов
- Mother’s Death 1981 by Michael S Wilson
- A Winter Eden by Robert Frost
- The Storm by Rainbow Reed
- Николай Карамзин – Две песни
- Гавриил Державин – Охотник
- Ольга Седакова – Актеон
- “Here have I learnt the little that I know” poem – Alfred Austin
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).
