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
- Heart of God by Vachel Lindsay
- Writing to Onegin by Ruth Padel
- Stony Grey Soil by Patrick Kavanagh
- Last Words poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Валерий Брюсов – Гимн Нилу
- Владимир Луговской – Игорь
- Нина Воронель – Папоротник II
- Epigram—The Keekin Glass by Robert Burns
- Ярослав Смеляков – Стихи, написанные в псковской гостинице
- Nature And the Book poem – Alfred Austin
- On the Road to Nowhere by Vachel Lindsay
- The End of the Argument by Martina Reisz Newberry
- Borow
- The First Wife
- Never Try To Trick Me With A Kiss by Sylvia Plath
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).
