as it turns out,

Posted on January 29, 2018 by whimsygizmo

 

…

we are smallish dragons,
wayward songs,

tiny poems
waiting to be caught
…….{fought, taught}
by the tail,
flailed in storms.

 

 

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5 Responses to as it turns out,

  1. rothpoetry says:
    January 29, 2018 at 4:19 pm

    Nice poem… our poems… the minnows in the creek of life!
    Dwight

    Reply
  3. erbiage says:
    January 29, 2018 at 9:31 pm

    Fought by the tale?

    Sent from my iPad

    Reply
  4. belle jars says:
    January 30, 2018 at 7:21 pm

    I love the idea of being a poem that’s waiting to exist … just being cuddled in utero, preparing to be born. 🙂

    Reply

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