The Sun’s Up Again
And the world keeps turning
and the sky keeps squawking
and I swear you
just keep talking
,
while the geese fly by
like little white lies.
Catch one for me,
and wring its neck.
I dare you.
::
In November, we poem.
The Sun’s Up Again
And the world keeps turning
and the sky keeps squawking
and I swear you
just keep talking
,
while the geese fly by
like little white lies.
Catch one for me,
and wring its neck.
I dare you.
::
In November, we poem.
I like poems with attitude (mostly:).
“and I swear you
just keep talking”
I love that white space and pause! What effective pacing and control. You are SO good at this — controlling how a poem is read, dictating the rhythm. Fantastic. I’m always amazed at how skilled you are at this.