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
- We Two—How Long We were Fool’d. by Walt Whitman
- Delinquency by Satish Verma
- Robert Burns: O Lay Thy Loof In Mine, Lass:
- Thoughts. by Walt Whitman
- Vegetable Swallow by Tristan Tzara
- Yet, Yet, Ye Downcast Hours. by Walt Whitman
- Song—A Health to ane I loe dear by Robert Burns
- The Last Summer by Subhash Misra
- Manhattan Streets I Saunter’d, Pondering. by Walt Whitman
- Владимир Маяковский – Голос Красной площади
- The Brothers by William Wordsworth
- Robert Burns: The Ordination : For sense they little owe to frugal Heav’n- To please the mob, they hide the little giv’n.
- Summer – The Second Pastoral; or Alexis poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
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- Василий Лебедев-Кумач – Здравствуй, школа
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