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
- Владимир Британишский – Унифицированный современный поэт
- from Venus and Adonis by William Shakespeare
- Our Hands Have Met by William Morris
- Dust of Snow by Robert Frost
- The Sympathies of the Long Married by Robert Bly
- Валерий Брюсов – Пиршество войны
- Robert Burns: Fragment Of Song:
- At Last She Comes by Robert Louis Stevenson
- Владислав Крапивин – Все спит в тропической ночи
- Song IV: Draw Near and Behold Me by William Morris
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Человек
- honeycomb.html
- To Virgil poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- The Rwose In The Dark by William Barnes
- Publishing Poetry – How To Locate The Best Markets Where You Can See Your Poems In Print
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).
